Earth Hour, they’re calling it. Pathetic. They think an hour without electricity will save them from global warming and their guilty consciences. Wrong again. The monthly hour of darkness begins tonight, eleven sharp, and as usual I’ll be one step ahead of everyone else.
I know exactly how it’s gonna go down. The sheep will return to their tiny studios from brain-dead jobs, cook plastic meals in humming microwaves. They’ll suck up every watt they can until the lights go out and their appliances slip into unconsciousness. They’ll light their candles, sit and stare. Most people won’t have a clue what to do next. They can’t live without televisions or computer games. Reading a book by candlelight? Not that easy, especially when books are so damn hard to find. What does the government expect
