Drill, Baby, Drill...and Kiddies Be Damned!

In my view, you could ask for more vivid confirmation that President Trump — mashed potatoes be on his head — and the energy tycoons who kiss his ring — are morally bankrupt than their insistence that that there’s no such thing as the climate crisis, in spite of 97 percent of actively publishing climate scientists concurring that human behavior exacerbates global warming.

Let’s say that, rather than 97 percent, only 20 percent of climate scientists agree on this. What I would like to ask the energy tycoons who kiss the presidential ring is if they would put their loved ones on planes that 20 percent of aviation experts agreed were likely to crash. (I wouldn’t ask President Trump — mashed potatoes be upon his head — because I have a strong suspicion he’d be more protective of his bottom line than of his grandchildren.

I wrote a song about the climate situation 18 years ago, and persuaded Mrs. Mendelsohn (she prefers the original, legal spelling) to sing it, though she insisted on being credited as Zelda & The Deathgrips, the band she conceived but never actually put together at the tail end of the punk era.

I recommend viewing the video un-enlarged, as I shot it with a lo-res camera in an era long before every moible phone owner carried a hi-res video camera around in his or her pocket or purse.