This old children refrain when the tots get restless, may apply to grownups like me now.
Unfortunately the destination is not much fun.
Since the Club of Rome scared me when I was only eighteen years old, I haven't felt this worried. People that listen to me politely do not keep the conversation going. You can see my Tweeter post from Scientific American. I guess time is up, or at least we'll see some fireworks.
As you may know in my part of the woods you can regularly see armed soldiers looking for drug dealers. Somehow their presence does not comfort me. The other day the Army fought it off in Acapulco near an apartment I used to stay in.
Not good.
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