Drunken Ramblings From a False Prophet

1. Hyperplasia The seas rose.    The seas rose as they had promised they would, and man fled.    And as they fled they threw behind them what they had.    Suburbia marched across the dwindling land, legions of houses and causeways fought the encroaching tide. They ran and ran, until all that was familiar was left behind.    They ran and ran, until all that was different was now the same, until what was once a desert was now a concrete jungle. There was nowhere to go.    No place for the jungle to grow. It went into itself, onto itself, and devoured itself.    Suburbia on top of suburbia, suburbia on top of suburbia.    The canopies crowded out the Sun, power vines grew and choked out buildings, the detritus littered the floor. 2. Metaplasia There had to be an out.    There had to be something different.    As the jungle spread, a thousand battles were fought, a thousand victors were crowned, and a ...

 Alt Title:  Wire Monkey State Mommy "Before we start, I just want to know where you're leaning.  Are you thinking of getting the vaccines for your child?" There were two families who were to have "vitamin K counselling".  In essence, all it meant was that these families had decided to forgo some of the injections at birth - one vaccine, one antibody, and one vitamin. "Is there any particular reason why you don't want the jabs?" We looked through the notes before the counselling, of course.  The reg reckoned this family would be more amenable to the vaccines.  Educated, but not health literate, she said.   "The vitamin K injection is more important - everybody else's vaccinated, so you'll at least be protected by herd immunity." There was a lot of wrangling on the reg's part.  Patient education.  Met with polite disinterest.  They had already made up their mind.   So that was a bust.  The reg handed out the pamphlets,...