We’re Headed For the Last Roundup

An old cowboy song, tribute to the end of cowboy-culture, but a metaphor for the end of civilization as well. Best enjoyed with acoustic guitar.

#14 on my hit-parade

I keep a kind of personal hit-parade of reasons why, in my more pessimistic moments, I get the feeling that we humans are just another failed species. But we are different than the ancient dinosaurs in at least two regards: first, we have the most advanced brain on this side of the food-chain and, second we haven’t the excuse of a meteor strike being responsible for our demise.

So we just keep puttering along, inventing plastic and farmed salmon.

Which is a long road to Monsanto’s Roundup®

Monsanto was the meteor in this case and Roundup® is the years-long darkness that followed. There’re two tenses in that sentence, ‘was’ for Monsanto and ‘is’ for Roundup®.

The reason for that is Monsanto is over and gone, while it’s Roundup® death-child continues—adopted by Bayer. Yep, that same outfit that made (and still makes) the aspiri…