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7 BILLION PEOPLE.
I recently read there are 7 Billion people on this planet.
We’re like insects swarming through a global ant farm.
7 Billion people with 7 billion mouths to feed, and desires to satiate and attitudes to cope with.
7 Billion.
Humans are infesting this planet like a colony of dung beetles chewing up all renewable resources and sleeping in our own saliva.
Can you imagine 7 Billion of anything?
7 Billion is a figure that washes over you like noise at the beach.
7 Billion life forces, all consuming and excreting night and day, day and night.
7 Billion.
What is that?
According to CNN: Seven billion seconds ago, the year was 1789. That was the year George Washington was inaugurated as the first U.S. president and Congress met for the very first time.
If you took 7 billion steps along the Earth’s equator — at 2 feet per step — you could walk around the world at least 106 times.
Suppose an average thimble holds 2 milliliters of water. Seven billion of those thimbles would fill at least five Olympic-sized swimming pools.
like a bio toxin with a bad attitude and propensity to throw gum wrappers on the sidewalk, 7 billion is a monster.
Are we a virus multiplying in a petri dish with only so much room, so many resources, so many ways to sustain life?
Or, are we a blessing, God’s special creation, each person unique and valuable to the human equation?
According to a study, the world’s population has popped over its waste line. The world is Uncle Fester on Thanksgiving and he had both the apple and pecan pie for desert. Uncle Fester didn’t need either. He had both.
Now like the world, his button’s undone and he’s sitting on the couch looking ill.
7 Billion heads. 7 Billions mouths. 14 Billion hands. 70 Billion fingers curling themselves into an angry fist demanding more.
7 BILLION HUMAN BEINGS! All on one spinning spheroid rocketing through space.
Like an old car tugging too much weight, the Earth is teeter tottering on disaster. It’s amazing the planet doesn’t blow a flat, hit Jupiter and careen off into a black hole.
According to Good Morning America, 250 humans are born every minute on this planet.
In the time it has taken me to write this story, a hundred babies have been born.
In the time it takes Congress to get nothing accomplished, a million new souls are born; Babies that inhale deeply and begin sucking the life out of mother Earth. Babies who need love, babies who need food and water and clothes and a place to live. Babies who crap and excrete.
7 BILLION PEOPLE.
How can Mother Earth nurture all of us. There are only so many “Teets” to suckle.
A reporter went to the streets of Times Square and asked a simple question of Mother Earth’s 6 billion plus….
The question: 7 Billion?
An older woman from Peoria said “There’s just not enough water and not enough food.”
She’s right.
A bride dressed in a veil and a smile from ear to ear was more optimistic. “It’s great. the more the merrier.”
She’s right, too!
The experts predict the 7 Billionth baby will more than likely be born in India, which is all ready more crowded than a sweaty armpit stuffed with a sausage and sour cabbage.
China has 1.35 billion people, but officials say in 14 years India will be more populous. Oh Joy. More Indians named Mr. Patel to handle my call center woes.
ABC news said that the world’s population is busting at the seems like Rosie O’Donnel in a Catholic school girl outfit.
The Earth’s population has doubled in size since it was an estimated 3 billion in the 60’s.
But that is nothing compared to the time of Jefferson and Napoleon when there was barely 1 Billion people.
Turn back the clock to the time of the Egyptians, and the globe was a lot less crowded with only 15 million people on the whole planet.
There’s something to be said for the Black Plague, right?
15 million people. There’s more people living a tennament building on the South Side of Chicago.
7 BILLION PEOPLE.
According to published reports; 1 in 7 humans go hungry now. How can the Earth sustain more mouths to feed, more people to nurture?
The good news? The population is abating, slowing.
Will that mean more space for you and me in the future? Possibly? Or will it mean even more garage sales in more neighborhoods selling more crap?
Battle lines are drawn, only time will tell.
But for now, get some elbow room and get it fast Earthlings, because the Earth is having a going out of business sale.
Happy 7th billion birthday every body.
Now don’t hog up all the oxygen you bastards.
life’s crazy™