It’s Too Fucking Hot

It’s Too Fucking Hot

by Jack Deskins

It’s too fucking hot today. Not yet 9 AM and the mercury is above 80. The shirt I put on this morning was damp with sweat after the 10 second walk from my front door to my car.

It’s one of the hottest months on record in one of the hottest years on record, and our young century has seen most of those. Last week I read an article from New York magazine about our social nonchalance to climate change. It was alarming. Many stories of the type note the rise in sea level and the fall of the world’s coastal cities. Yet that is only a small portion of the tale.

It was 129° Fahrenheit in Iran this June. It is difficult to even imagine such heat. Yet the Middle East will see even more extreme temperatures in the coming decades. The region, already politically unstable, will become more so as the ruling class hoards water and food while the masses become increasingly more desperate. And the effects will not be limited to that region.

Even with the advent of air conditioning, hot temperatures drive waves of crime. Most sea life will disappear. The loss of biodiversity will mean food shortages. And as with every human epoch, the poor will suffer the most.

The most frustrating thing is that another future is imaginable, but our political intransigence on the issue is depressing. Here we sit in West Virginia, the state that has fueled the nation for a century. We are rightly proud of that. But our yearning for a return to an imagined former glory has paralyzed us.

I sat in Sam’s Uptown sharing a beer with a friend a couple nights ago, talking politics. We talked labor and civil rights and healthcare. I broached the subjects of climate change and coal. “Coal is a loser,” he said. “You fight coal in the election, you lose. No one wants to hear that, even if they know climate change is real.” It made me angry — most because I knew he was right.

So here I sit in my damp shirt. And it will be too fucking hot again tomorrow.