The Politician
The Award Winning Politician strides to the center of the Greco Podium. He drones his favorite phrase to the masses: Climate Crisis. The Politician with his pale face and rouged cheeks blovates to his fans while they munch on handfuls of popcorn. The Politician tells us again and again: Climate Crisis. He says the polar ice cap could very well melt away by the first term of the next President. The Politician mentions again and again his inconvenient truths while the audience waves their massive foam fingers splayed out in signs of peace or primacy. The Politician ends his speech with the clarion call to join arm in arm for the pursuit of the common cause. The Climate Crisis has made The Politician a very rich man. The Climate Crisis has won for The Politician Earth's most coveted awards. The Politician is well loved.

The Politician steps down. At some point, after the parties and the backslapping, The Politician will board his well appointed private plane, and leave the thin mile-high air. The Politician is well thought of. More than one of the convention's gathering Hope-Heads has given thought to the what might have been.

Just one thing. And this is to be kept amongst friends, never to be acknowledged, never to be discussed. For if it were to get out, The Politician would be stripped bare and ripped of purpose.

The Climate Crisis doesn't exist.