Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy Doomer New Year 2014

In past years, we, as ever, perverse,
Joked “If we’re still here” as some curse,
But now it appears
That we’ll be here for years,
An outcome that’s probably worse.

Happy New Year!   :D

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Point and Laugh

When faced with some quixotic gaffe
From deniers too bonehead by half,
One way to not let
It get you upset
Is to point and laugh, just point and laugh.

H/T: rbrgs

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Doomer Christmas

Sharing our year-end review
Always served to remind us anew
That we could get hit
With this end of world bit
So it might be the last time we do.

Next year, if the fates permit,
We’ll be gone, save for our obit;
And, unlike hitherto,
We won’t have to go through
Another year more of this shit.

Merry Christmas!  :D

Sunday, December 22, 2013

In The News Lately

Laws Are for The Little People

Once doom—and the end—come on strong,
The masses see more what was wrong
With the system, their niche,
How they were its bitch,
And how bad they got fucked all along.

Duck Dynasty

With scapegoats in public maligned
By hate, we historically find
That words and abstraction
Can soon become action
And murder’s not too far behind.

Scapegoating Index

Increased hardships for surviving
Means more intertribal striving
And scapegoating hate
Which might help adumbrate
Just how quickly doom is arriving.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Beatles Medley

Fixing a Hole

Doom will no longer delay,
So I'm taking the time while I may
For whatever life brings
And a number of things
That weren't important yesterday.

The Fool On The Hill

The doomer’s considered a clown,
A silly one, wearing a frown;
But he knows we’ll be dead,
And the eyes in his head
Can see our world going down.

(Watching the Wheels)

It was fun at first, then I said no
To an act in some go-nowhere show,
‘Cause one day, pretty quick,
I got dizzy and sick,
And I just had to let it go.

Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor lived in a dream:
Used denial to boost self-esteem;
Wrestling doom set her free
To be able to see
Who she was, not what she might seem. 

Monday, December 16, 2013

The Green Man

After we nourish the ground,
Other species of life will rebound,
And cheering them on,
Long after we’re gone,
The Green Man will still be around.

H/T: ashmeadkernel

Friday, December 13, 2013

How Extinction Is Changing Our Worldview

Future References

Once you no longer sit on the fence,
Allusions to future events
Begin to look moot,
No longer compute,
And start making less and less sense.

AGW and Meltdowns End It

Our various doomer room chatters
Are listing the ways the world shatters,
But since we can’t beat
The nukes and the heat,
None of that other stuff matters.

Guilty Secret

I read some new bummer’s occurred,
And I should have my empathy stirred;
Yet sometimes I laugh,
Which I know is a gaffe,
But the whole thing’s so fucking absurd.

Gaia, Suffering, and Human Extinction

Extinction might be Gaia’s cure
From humans and all their manure,
But, in any case,
When we vacate this space,
Our suffering will end for sure.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

You Maniacs! You Blew It Up!

Looks like we’re too late to ban it,
‘Cause, all the way down to the granite,
It’s time to admit it,
We finally did it:
Honey, we blew up the planet. 

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Hooray for Deniers!

Deniers keep kicking the can,
Helping doomers, as part of fate’s plan:
Though we’re just a few,
When they’re doomers too,
That’s when the shit hits the fan. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Upside of Extinction

The Upside of Extinction

What turns out unstoppable then
Might occasion some grand Amen,
Because when it’s done,
It means that no one
Will ever suffer again.

H/T: Kathy Cassandra
(Moved here from previous post.)

More Upside of Extinction

Doom overall’s about grief,
But, much like a fart or a queef,
Effects that are mental,
Although incidental,
Will also include some relief.

Better Living Through Chemistry

Extinction won’t leave any heirs
To the suffering humankind shares;
Plop plop, fizz fizz,
What relief it is!
Released from all of our cares.

Suicide or Euthenasia?

Extinction we’re causing worldwide
Might be thought of as suicide;
But if ending the pain
Is seen as humane,
Euthenasia’s what’s being applied. 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

More Negativity


How much of our life we create
Has been a longstanding debate;
But when closely reviewed,
Doom should have us conclude
That we’re not in control of our fate.

We Are Like Snowflakes

As what you alone thought and felt
Because of the cards you were dealt,
Doom’s right path for you
Will be unique too;
And also, we’re soon going to melt.

Think of the Children

If children not born knew they’d grow
In our world so chock-full of woe,
And if option they got
To go through it or not,
They’d probably answer, “Fuck no!”

Attaining Acceptance

I’m working real hard to create
A way to accept our fate;
Pursuing that shit
Prob’ly won’t help a bit,
But it’s something to do while we wait.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

When Doom Hits Me

It would help, I thought, when times got rough,
To stock booze and similar stuff;
But that time is past:
For how long I will last,
Two or three bottles should be enough. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

Doomer Resigned

It turns out we’re not going to find
Any way out of our bind,
So I’m off the hook
From having to look—
Whew! That’s a load off my mind. 

Friday, November 22, 2013


Deniers who plumb crazy call
Those misfits announcing our fall
Will find it quite strange
That with habitat change
It turns out that we’re misfits all. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013



Watching the fan turning brown
Changes a smile to a frown:
Abandoning schemes
Like our hopes and our dreams
Tends to bring people down.


People are into denying
How everything’s going to be frying;
One reason they’re giving:
The long habit of living
Indisposeth us for dying.

H/T: Sir Thomas Browne

Readers’ Comments Show Doomer Bargaining Useless

If you still think we’ll stop our fall,
Look over that ignorant scrawl;
We continue to cope,
But there’s no fucking hope—
No fucking hope at all.

What Should I Do?

Doom’s coming, what should I do?
Do the math, let it in, get a clue,
Get it into your head
We’ll all soon be dead,
Accept that it’s over—we’re through.

Was It All Worth It?

Efforts to live may redouble
But still make our habitat rubble;
There was more work than fun,
And now that we’re done,
At least it’s the end of the trouble.

No matter how hard we try,
It turns out we’re all going to die;
With no reason to lie,
Causal science tells why
It’s the end of the world. Say goodbye.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Rational Animals: An Oxymoron

What logical reasoning gave
To us since we came out of the cave
Sure got lots of ink
And changed how we think
But not the way we behave. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013



I’ve come down with some kind of “itis”
From dealing with doomer detritus;
It just lately appeared
And it makes me feel weird:
I guess I’ve got doomeritis.

My Dismal Place

Viewing this mess in totality
With unemotional neutrality
Might help us to face
What’s in doom’s dismal place
(Which BTW looks like reality).

Why I Am A Doomer

I tend to be kind of depressed,
But doom picks me up when I’m stressed:
Its mood’s not so fine,
But it’s better than mine,
So it gets me back feeling my best.

It’s Easier When You Are Old

Old age, while sometimes a curse,
Makes doom seem less strange and perverse:
Things that once worked O.K.
Get fucked up every day,
And tomorrow is looking still worse.

These Are The Good Old Days

Make hay while the weather is sunny,
Make jokes, and maybe some money;
‘Cause one of these days
We’ll run out of delays,
And this dying thing won’t be so funny. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Extra! Panic Room Opens To Rave Reviews!


Dante explains how to cope
When hope’s always answered by “nope”:
“In the Panic Room,
It’s safe to assume
Ye who enter abandon all hope.”

The T-101 came on track
For a hasta la vista attack;
He found out instead
That he liked what he read,
And on leaving, he said “I’ll be back.”

“Panic Room knows that we’re screwed,”
Said Einstein, “so we must conclude,
Though things couldn’t be worse,
Infinity’s perverse,
And makes everything relative, dude.”

“The Panic Room cuts like a knife
To the marrow of all the world’s strife”;
Then, empty of mind,
The Buddha opined,
“It’s suffering, but then, that’s life.”

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Guilt Assuager

Some say that the bad things we do
Kill nature—it might not pull through;
To deal with the guilt,
I say, that’s how we’re built,
And we’re part of nature too.

Behavior that’s not up to par
Did not cause this mass au revoir:
We’re still just a niche
In nature’s world, which
Evolved us to be what we are.

Our world is about to combust
For reasons we might think unjust;
Nature’s causal chain
Helps to explain
Why the universe moves as it must. 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

The Blossom

And the day came when the dread
Of all of the problems ahead
Outweighed any gain
And delivered more pain
Than the risk of staying in bed.

H/T: Anaïs Nin

Monday, November 4, 2013

One Wrong Move

The fuel removal at Unit 4 is said to be the toughest and most dangerous operation for TEPCO; one wrong move could result in horrific quantities of radiation being released into the atmosphere or cause an explosion many times worse than the original disaster. 

If TEPCO makes one wrong move,

You’ll abruptly discover that you’ve
Got big pickup sticks
With MOX in the mix
Of a mess which you won’t watch improve. 

Friday, November 1, 2013

Wintertime Blues

Ceres once mor wilt now Beare
The los of her Dohtor so faire
Dark Pluto dost sumon
So Winter’s icumen
And waxeth the Dumers dispare

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Ocean Is Broken


We burst on that silent sea,
All dead and filled with debris:
As life’s sacrificed,
The deep rots: O Christ!
That ever this should be!

H/T: Samuel Tayor Coleridge 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

More Fuku Follies

Fuku Bookie

TEPCO, that outfit of clods,
Is going to be moving the rods;
So lay down your dough
On which day she’ll blow,
And ask for my updated odds.

Fukuwatch TV

Watching, with danger so undisguised
Would hardly need to be advertised:
If a dropped rod goes clank
And then the screen’s blank,
The end of the world might be televised.

The Profit

"...Tepco is under pressure to post a profit in the year to March 2014 under a turnaround plan Japan's top banks recently financed with $5.9 billion in new loans and refinancing...."

And somebody or other said, “Speak to us of Doom.
And he replied:

Doom is just one of those fads,
But profit is timeless. And lads:
Since profit is key,
Better not disagree,
Or I’ll kick you right square in the nads.

Fuku Homer

I’m moving the rods, don’t you know?
If I drop one, look out below;
Watch me lift the debris:
All these buttons—let’s see—
I think I’ll push this one. D’oh!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Ode on SFP 4

I like to stay bundled up tight
In warm comforters at morning’s light,
But I must go online
To find out if it’s fine
Or it blew up during the night.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Fukushima Follies

Fuel Rod Olympics

In this new event, the key
Is who moves the most debris;
The chance of mistake
Will keep us awake
Watching the ads on TV.

Paranoid Pete Sez

The engineers who were smart
Decided not take part:
They looked for a bit,
Then said, “Fuck all this shit—
It’s hopeless right from the start!”

Thursday, October 17, 2013

How I Became A Believer

Despite some careful dissections,
I couldn’t find cause for rejections,
And with so many forces
On hellbent doom courses,
I simply ran out of objections. 

Monday, October 14, 2013


We’re sitting here taking our ease,
And saying whatever we please;
Though we can’t change our fate,
We still like to relate:
We’re monkeys chattering in trees. 

Friday, October 11, 2013

Old Wine, New Bottle

Old wine LXXIII

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, 
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

New bottle LXXIII

With the Big Bang, it first was decreed
How things from then on would proceed:
What flew when and where
Fixed fate then and there,
Like your take on these words you now read.

H/T: Omar Khayyam, of course

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Tokyo 2020

It’s not too much risk to proclaim
Japan hosts the Olympic flame:
This ain’t no joke, yo,
If there’s no more Tokyo,
There’ll be no Olympic game. 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Only Acceptance Remains

Studying nature explains
The uselessness of our campaigns;
When no fix is left,
We’re completely bereft,
And only acceptance remains.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Twelve Step Wisdom

Step 1

With doom info now obtainable,
Our powerlessness is explainable;
That’s why this is it:
We have to admit
Our lives have become unsustainable.

Bottoming Out

There’s a great deal to learn all about;
Until then, you’ll naturally doubt,
But the stuff that you spout
Will become more devout
After you’ve bottomed out.

Bottoming out often clears
The ear canal through which one hears:
Doom, once it’s gotten
Makes folks move the cotton
To their mouths, from out of their ears. 

H/T: Mike k @ NBL

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Prepping for SFP4

I hope you’ve found time to explore
The inconvenient chore
Of trying to think through
Just what you will do
Prepping for SFP4.

Fukushima’s had missteps galore
By clowns unexposed heretofore
For not being prepped
And for being inept
With problems they tried to ignore.

One day, there’ll be a big roar
Which starts from some melting core
Or from spent fuel rods,
And there’s pretty good odds
That stuff will being flowing offshore.

To whom will you turn and implore
For help from the poisonous ore?
With whom will you cry
When you say goodbye
In calls to those you adore?

Enough horror; let’s underscore:
It’s good if you have in store,
A plan of compassion
In what future fashion
You won’t be around anymore.

H/T: Kathy Cassandra at NBL

The Ballad of SFP4
Coming Soon: The Big One in Fuku
Ghost Story—Just in Time for Halloween!

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Stage 4 Doom

You might think your mind’s going to flip,
But depression’s a stage you can’t skip;
Though this might come across
As just more Kubler-Ross:
It will pass, and it’s part of the trip. 

Monday, September 23, 2013

Quantitative Easing

Viewed from a doomer vicinity,
We can print more of our divinity,
‘Cause, being succinct,
We’ll all be extinct
Before it reaches infinity. 

Friday, September 20, 2013

Tribal Living

Get Real

We evolved human social foundation
Within a small tribal formation,
But we’re socially fluent
In ways incongruent
With industrial civilization.

When We Were Tribe

Life had a much better vibe
In old times, from what they describe;
It’s for what we evolved,
And we now leave unsolved
Improvement on when we were tribe.


In tribes, people learned how to deal
With each other, but lately we feel
From civilization,
And that’s why we don’t feel so real.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Don’t Fry the Sea, Fukushima

Fukushima and Extinction

Every serious doom connoisseur
Thinks over what end they’d prefer;
Radiation’s spread
Might not make us all dead,
But it could make us wish that we were.

Canute the Great and the Wall of Ice

King Canute showed his limited might
Using water, which seeks its own height;
TEPCO, I’m guessin’,
Will learn the same lesson,
And never get Fuku fixed right.

Wall of Ice

Even a dumbass would know
That the dam must soon overflow;
A big wall of ice
Might look very nice,
But how long till people say, “D’oh!”?

What do they think can be won?
Maybe time to get used to doom’s gun,
And accept the idea
Of no panacea:
There’s nothing that can be done.

From "The Wall": Another Cube in the Wall Part 3

I’ve seen the wall-written scrawl—
Nothing will help now at all;
You can pile on more ice,
But here’s doomer advice:
It’s all just cubes in the wall.

Living on the West Coast

Though the west coast is where I reside,
I’m not worried about getting fried:
What makes people dead
Is going to spread,
And there’s nowhere to run or to hide.

Sooner or Later

It seemed the whole world might go splat
When Macondo was Nature at Bat;
But if not by Fuku,
We’ll be hit with doo-doo
The next time, or one after that.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Why There Is Suffering In The World

Amebas do not remain
Where noxious stimuli reign;
We learn to refrain
From what doesn’t sustain—
And that is the reason there’s pain.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

What To Do?

Kathy Cassandra says: So there you have it – to save the planet from global warming we need to end industrial civ and precipitate the inevitable dieoff. But to end industrial civ means a world flooded with radiation on top of the peak oil die off.


Theoretically, we might reverse
Either nuke plant or global heat’s curse,
But, quite unexpected,
Once one is selected,
It makes the other one worse.

No Exit

Industrial civilization
Means global warming cremation;
But without modern factors
To cool nuke reactors,
We’ll die, instead, from radiation.

Decisions, Decisions

If we tear down the nukes brick by brick,
World heat would rise up way too quick;
But without decommission,
There’s nuclear fission:
Let’s hope we can make the right pick.

(H/T: Woody Allen, of course)

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Tokyo 2020

Prime Minister Abe said: “Some may have concerns about Fukushima. Let me assure you the situation is under control. It has never done and will never do any damage to Tokyo. It poses no problem whatsoever. There are no health related problems until now, nor will there be in the future. I make the statement to you in the most emphatic and unequivocal way.”

Perhaps “safe games” is a clever
Cover for other endeavor:
To convince every nation
That nuke radiation
Is no problem whatsoever.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Suffering, and the End of Suffering

Suffering I shall show thee—
Simply look all around, and see;
And as you descend,
I’ll show suffering’s end:
Collapse into NTE. 

Monday, September 2, 2013



The universe moves in fixed grooves
Even when faith disapproves;
It’s more fun to pretend
That this isn’t the end:
Well, whatever—and yet it moves. 

Friday, August 30, 2013

An NTE State of Mind

It won’t matter, whatever you do,
But accepting that doom’s really true—
And there’s nowhere to flee
From the NTE—
Will change your whole point of view. 

Tuesday, August 27, 2013


If you can keep on the run,
And if you are not undone
By fallout and heat,
And you don’t need to eat,
You'll be a man my son!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

The Rime of the Doomer Mariner

IT is a Mariner of doom
Who upon the Guest does presume;
Wherefore stoppest thou me?
In the hall—look and see—
They’re marrying the Bride and the Groom!

The Guest heard the loud bassoon,
But was stuck with this grey-beard loon
Whose glittering eye
Made the Guest comply
And listen, like some dumb maroon.

The sweet life was coming along,
Like a heavenly angel’s song,
Or the sound of a flute;
But it all became moot
When I couldn’t deny what was wrong.

An example of anger? I’ll try:
Well, this one time, the shit went awry,
And two hundred men,
Time and again,
Kept cursing me with their dead eye.

Mariner, I fear thy eye,
But I’ll bargain to think death’s a lie;
Be calm, Wedding-Guest:
This is not just a test,
As you’ll see for yourself by and by.

A weary time! How glazed each eye—
Perhaps even wanting to die;
Turning to drink,
Or consulting a shrink,
Or oftentimes wanting to cry.

The moment that I could agree
That it’s over, then I could see
From a new point of view,
And the place where I grew
Hardly looked like mine own countree.

There’s this funny thing I go through:
I must tell some poor sucker doom’s true;
When his face I see,
I know who it will be,
And this time the sucker was you.

Having learned that the shit’s hit the fan,
The Guest had to change his life’s plan;
And he—stunned and forlorn—
Rose the morrow morn
A sadder and wiser man.