Chemtrails- the annihilation of our sky

I remember seeing chemtrails for the first time back in the summer of 1998. My girlfriend and I were standing outside on a clear day in Asheville, N.C. and we looked up to see a most peculiar sight. A jet was flying high overhead and was spraying a dense line of chemicals behind it. At the time, we didn’t know what they were spraying, we just knew it didn’t look right. In fact, it looked ominous and evil. I had grown up watching the sky and knew quite well what a contrail was.  Contrails always dissipate within a matter of seconds. These trails we were seeing were not dissipating at all. They stayed in the sky for hours, eventually spreading out and merging with other trails laid down by other planes to finally turn to entire sky white


That first encounter with chemtrails was 16 years ago and the program has massively expanded since then. The scientific name for what ‘they’ are doing to our skies is ‘stratospheric geoengineering’ or just ‘geoengineering’ for short.  Government white papers and declassified NASA and pentagon papers from as far back as 40 years ago talked about the application of weather warfare and weather modification. This information is now available for anyone to read who wants to get up to speed on chemtrails and what is being done to our planet. A good place to start is here:


Chemtrail spraying is now occurring in every U.S. state, often on a daily basis, and in most countries of the world. I recently saw chemtrails in the Caribbean and in Central and South America. I am now based in Asia and the skies here are covered with this toxic soup. Here is a recent photo shot from my bedroom window. No blue skies here.


In 2008, I moved to Portland, Oregon.  I woke up one Saturday morning,  looked out my window at a clear beautiful day, and decided to go to my local park to sit on the grass and read. I felt elated. The weather was perfect and the sky was a deep blue. I began to relax and took out my book, but then I looked up to see a jet flying high overhead, laying down a huge chemtrail. My heart sank and I felt filled with a mix of emotions: sadness, resignation, dread, and rage. I knew what was coming next- more jets and more chemtrails. And sure enough, a few minutes later, another arrived. Then from the west, more came, each spewing their toxic cocktail of aluminum, barium and strontium. The tell-tale crisscross pattern became evident and within one hour, the blue sky was completely gone, hidden now under a hazy, milky blanket of chemicals.


I looked around me in all directions to see if anyone else was paying attention to this, or might be worried. I saw a handful of families and couples sitting in the park, but nobody seemed to be paying the slightest mind to the sky. All the people walking down the sidewalks and going about their business were oblivious to what was going on. Nobody was looking up! My initial instinct was to jump up screaming and run to everyone I could find and say, “Look, look! Don’t you see what’s happening? They are spraying us like insects.” But I knew what would happen. At best, they would think I was having a breakdown, at worst a complete psychotic break.

That scenario has been repeated hundreds of times since that day in Portland years ago. I soon moved to Seattle where the spraying was even heavier. Again, nobody bothered looking up. Often I arrived at work and grabbed my coworkers to take them outside and point out the trails in the sky and ask them, “Doesn’t that seem just a bit odd to you?” But everyone just shrugged their shoulders and replied that planes ‘have always done that.’ Even when I tried to explain the difference between contrails and chemtrails , my explanations fell on deaf ears.


Over the past six or seven years, I have tried to come to terms with and understand why something as massive as a global geoengineering program is ignored by 99% of the population. Here we are, being sprayed from above, just as we sprayed a cockroach with a can of ‘Raid’, and nobody even comments on it, let alone protests it. Absolutely astounding.

Have you ever seen a local television weather reporter talk about chemtrails? I used to observe the local weathermen in Seattle state confidently that, because of the predominant effect of a high pressure system,  skies ‘were going to be clear’ for the next few days. And then the planes started spraying in the morning and by the evening, when the weatherman came back on for the 6 o’clock news, apparently he hadn’t  bothered to go outside or even look out the window. If he had, he would have noticed the now chemtrail overcast skies. But he  went on talking nonsense, contributing to the overtly Orwellian mind-numbing that we see taking place every day.




Advertisers are now inserting chemtrail imagery into their ads. You almost never see a person standing or lying in front of a clear blue sky background. No, the ‘new normal’, and  indeed even the new model of ‘beautiful sky’ is one with long streaks of chemtrails. Hollywood studios are busily inserting chemtrails, thru the clever use of CGI,  into old movies from the 70s and further back, trying to convince the sheeple that these ‘have always been around.’ When I go to work, I turn on the computer and the Windows 7 screensaver is a blue screen with long white streaks, which then congeal into a hazy, fuzzy white blob on the bottom right corner. Hmm….I wonder why Microsoft chose that specific design for their screensaver? Out of the all the thousands of design ideas that they could have chosen? It’s conditioning and programming, pure and simple. Kids today have grown up knowing nothing but chemtrail skies. Many have never seen a clean, clear blue sky.


Recently, I perused the wikipedia page on cloud types. I had a strong suspicion that wikipedia had been infiltrated and taken over by this gang who, just as Orwell predicted in ‘1984’, are busy rewriting history. However, I was still stunned at what I saw. Almost the entire page is a disgusting propaganda piece, unapologetically showcasing all of our wonderful new chemtrail  ‘clouds’ with fancy scientific names like, ‘noctilucent’, ‘stratospheric nacreous’, ‘cirrus spissatus undulatus’, ‘cirrus uncinus’, ‘cirrus fibratus radiatus’, and ‘cirrostratus nebulosus.’ Do those names sound familiar to you? Me neither. They just made them up. Go back and look at an encyclopedia from 20, 30, or 40 years ago and see if you can find any of those names to describe clouds.

chemtrails sprayer

There is a story I read once about the Taino Indians on the island of Hispaniola. According to this story, when Columbus’s ships appeared on the horizon, the people standing on the beach were unable to ‘see’ them. The idea of strange looking ships coming from the other side of the world across the ocean was so far outside of their paradigm, that they literally couldn’t see them. The only ones who did were the local shamans. It was they who had to patiently teach and coax their people to see the ships. Perhaps we have something similar going on with chemtrails. Even if we get the slumbering and inattentive masses to look up and pay attention to the sky overhead, that is only half the work. As I told my friend years ago, to truly understand and grasp chemtrails, you have to know something about jet aircraft, weather patterns, contrails, and normal commercial jet flight paths. After you get the chemistry and meteorology down, then you need to understand a bit about how the power elite operate and their capacity to undertake and implement such a program. And lastly, you have to understand how little ‘they’ , i.e. ‘the powers that be’, care about us. It’s the 1% vs. the 99%, and in this war, we are losing.


The government of the USA, like all governments around the world, officially denies even the existence of chemtrails, even though anyone can walk outside and the see the planes ruining our skies. Why the conspiracy of silence? If it’s for our own good, then why aren’t they telling? If they are trying to stop global warming (one theory), then they should just come clean.

Since chemtrail spraying is happening all over the world, then that in itself seems to me to be prima facie evidence of a global conspiracy and indeed a global shadow government. It’s such a huge topic and so vast in its implications that it’s hard to wrap one’s head around it. But the first step is to stop being in denial and open our eyes to what is happening to our world. View the excellent documentaries, “What in the World are they spraying?” and “Why in the World are they Spraying?” Get in the habit of being a skywatcher and convince your family and friends to lift their eyes from their smartphones and pay attention again to our skies before it’s too late.

Authentic childhood has disappeared

Being a teacher, I have many opportunities to ask my students about their lives. In particular, I like to know how they spend their free time and what they eat. The answers they give often make me pause and reflect on my own childhood and on how much the world has changed. I am still young and my childhood was but a few brief decades ago, and yet it seems as if we could be talking about centuries ago, given how radically the world has been transformed in the past 20 years.

Another issue which all educators should think about is this: what do students need in order to excel in school and in life? What prerequisites are required? Surely, going to a private school and then on to a private or prestigious university is not enough. The world is turning out far too many company men (and women), young people with a lack of creativity, critical thinking skills and life-force.

I grew up in the suburbs. At the time I was born in 1966,  my family was close to the outer edge of the Washington DC suburbs in Maryland. Beyond our small neighborhood were fields where cows and horses grazed in pastures and pockets of forests remained where one could freely roam without fear.

Our street was a microcosm of America, with families of Italian, German, Greek, and Scotch-Irish origin. All the neighbors knew one another. My parents had numerous parties where they invited everyone on the street to our house for food and drinks. In order to get to my friends’ houses, I had to cut through the yards of three of my neighbors. These days, that would be known as ‘trespassing.’ Doors were often left unlocked. When I arrived at my friend’s house, I simply walked in without knocking (‘breaking and entering’, I think they call it).

Our wealthy next-door neighbors had a pool and tennis court which my siblings and I were free to use any time. We kept a section of fence open between our yards which acted as an implicit acknowledgement of openness and an invitation for mingling. Now, houses in that area are surrounded by large brick fences and other forms of security which naturally discourage spontaneous encounters.

Our neighbors directly across the road, the Adams family, stood out to me as exemplars of kindness. They had a pond in their yard, not too large, but big enough for kids to swim in summertime and ice skate in the wintertime. What a blessing to have that pond available to the neighborhood kids! Usually in December, when temperatures got cold enough for the ice to freeze the pond, old Mr. Adams would trudge out to the pond with his measure and screw to drill into the ice and make sure it was exactly thick enough for safe ice-skating. Word would quickly spread and my friends and I would be there in no time. Not only did the Adams provide the pond, but they also had a collection of ice skates which they loaned out to everyone. Finally, after we returned inside, exhausted, to take off our skates, they would provide us with sweetened crushed ice.



Our house had a well which we used for all of our water needs. When we were thirsty, we simply turned on the faucet – or the garden hose- and filled our glasses. It was clean and delicious and just as importantly, FREE OF FLUORIDE  and other toxic chemicals routinely added to municipal water supplies.

My mother did not have a job outside the home and she cooked breakfast and dinner for my siblings and I every day of the week. Without having any background in nutrition studies, she used her common sense to guide menu planning and the meals were all well-balanced, even though I often vociferously rejected the vegetables on my plate, most especially the peas and carrots. There was fresh fruit on the table every morning, and a fruit drawer in the refrigerator which was always well-stocked. A salad was provided with dinner. The importance of having home cooked food prepared with love on a child’s development cannot be overstated, I believe. Going out to eat at a restaurant was a rare event, and something to be appreciated. Fast food was extremely rare. We went to McDonald’s once or twice a  year and my body and mind were spared the toxic onslaught of what those places call ‘food.’

The food preparation is the first part of the equation and the second part is the eating and sharing it. My parents, again using their innate wisdom and common sense, knew that eating  dinner as a family around the table was an important, even sacred, act and that such things as television watching violated that act. The conversations were not always interesting, and sometimes were downright boring, but that didn’t excuse us from the obligation to sit and eat together.

At that time in the 1970s, television had made its way into every house in the country, and we had two televisions in ours. My parents understood that most of the programs were garbage and that watching it was not going to aid my brother’s and my intellectual development. They allowed us to view it, but with strict limitations. We typically watched no more than one hour a day. We knew better than to ask if we could have a television in our bedroom. My parents would have scoffed at such an idea as absurd. All the kids I know these days have one in their bedroom, along with a computer, x-box , and smart phone. How can a child concentrate or develop an interest in books with all that stimulation at their fingertips?

I developed an interest in reading and books when I was young. I don’t remember my parents ever badgering me about reading, or needing to give me much encouragement. If the books are available and lying about, if the setting is amenable to reading, i.e. comfortable chairs and couches, good reading light and a quiet atmosphere, then a kid with a curious mind will naturally take to it. My mother was a good model. She returned from the library each week with a stack of books under her arm. She left most of them where I could find them and I would often grab a couple to take to my room to read. Later in my life, I became a real library hound, spending hours lost in the stacks.



The kids in the neighborhood and I were outdoor kids to the max. We were outside 365 days a year. In the summertime, temperatures sometimes exceeded 100 degrees F. and in the winter, they often fell well below freezing. No matter. The heat was a good excuse to swim in the pond or pool and the snow and cold were a good excuse to build snowmen, snow tunnels and snowballs. Sledding down the local hills was popular. In the fall, raking up big piles of leaves and then climbing up on the fence to jump into them was always fun. Our summers in Vermont were spent wandering through the forests and collecting wild berries.

Tree-climbing is a pastime that is hardly any kids engage in anymore. This is unfortunate. Few activities give more benefit. It is great exercise and you don’t need to invest in any equipment. It builds stamina and arm and leg strength. It instills a sense of accomplishment in the climber when he is able to reach the top of the tree. It enables the climber to see life from a new perspective, gazing now over the rooftops. It subconsciously creates respect for nature as the tree becomes your ‘friend.’ You will learn the name of that tree species that you love to climb so much. It provides you with excellent cover for games of hide-and-seek and when you are fleeing your enemies (or your parents.) And you will never be embarrassed to tell your friends that you are a ‘tree-hugger.’



Bird, insect, and animal life were abundant.  We collected frogs, worms, tadpoles, turtles, lightning bugs, moths,  crickets, butterflies and more worms. Herds of deer came through our yard daily. Red foxes hurried through in the late evening. Rabbits had their families at the base of trees in our backyard. Bats visited in the evening. My mother is a naturalist. She always had a bird feeder set up in the back yard from which many birds got their sustenance in the winter months. She could identify the name of every bird that visited our home. (And if she couldn’t, she went to the library to borrow a bird identification book) My parents knew the name of every plant, flower, shrub, bush and tree in our yard. It was simply a given that you should be able to do this. Hence, it came as a shock to me years later when I asked people about the flora in their yard and they were unable to tell me the names. Needless to say, most city folk cannot tell you the name of a single tree.

When I was growing up, our street ended at the edge of a forest. It had not yet been gobbled up and devoured by developers. Though not a large forest, it was just big enough for a twelve-year-old to get lost in. We used to run around in that forest all the time, looking for treasures and caves. I remember one night getting separated from my friends around dusk and realizing with growing panic that I had lost my way. No familiar landmarks were to be seen and each passing minute would see the forest get darker and darker.  Thoughts started appearing such as “What if i can’t find my way out before it becomes dark? What if I have to spend the night here? Does anybody know where I am? Will anyone come looking? Is there anything in this forest that can eat me?”

I eventually found my way out and raced home, albeit late for dinner. In later years, I often went hiking in other forests in other states, but that first experience of surviving ‘being lost’ and keeping my wits about me was a good lesson in wilderness appreciation.

By the time I was seven years old, I could identify ten constellations in the night sky. I could easily find Mercury, Venus and Jupiter and Mars. Again, this was not seen as ‘scientific’ or advanced knowledge, but simply as common sense stuff that everyone should know. I watched the sky every day and could name half a dozen cloud types. I knew what cumulus, stratus, cirrus, alto-cumulus, and cirro-stratus meant.



Years ago when I lived in Seattle, I was in my local park one night, at dusk, looking out over the city to the west. It was a clear beautiful night. Venus was shining brightly low on the horizon. A young couple in their late twenties stood next to me, and I said, “Wow, look at Venus, she’s so bright tonight!”

The young man looked at me quizzically, and replied, “Huh? Venus? You mean, like, the planet? You can see that?”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt such a deep sadness for these young people, and all young city people the world over who have no connection whatsoever with nature, who are so cut off from reality that they have lived  three decades of life on Earth and nobody, NOBODY, has ever pointed out Venus to them. Sad, but true.

To summarize: Kids need home cooked food and pure water. They need to spend most of their childhood engaged in free play in nature, with space to roam and exercise. They need to develop an understanding and appreciation of nature and learn to name things, especially their local flora and fauna. They need loving and caring neighbors. And they need to develop their curiosity about the universe through books and ample time for reflection.



The decline and fall of the NFL. An analysis

It was reported last week that thousands of tickets for the playoff games were unsold, particularly in the cold weather cities. Nobody should have been surprised by this news. The National Football League, a multi-billion dollar business with a long and storied history, is in terminal decline. The reasons  are varied.

Empty stadium and second half has not even begun.


What follows is not an in-depth analysis, business or otherwise,  of the  why the NFL has failed so miserably, but merely one former fan’s analysis of what’s wrong with this league.

The game itself has some inherent flaws which could theoretically  be fixed by a radical re-working of the rules, but given how deeply conservative and inflexible the NFL’s ruling elite is, this is highly unlikely, to say the least.

Let’s start with what is known as ‘the kicking game.’  The extra point is the most irrelevant, uninteresting, and dumb play in all of sports. By comparison, basketball’s free throw appears exciting. Why has this play survived so many decades of football? It is successful 99.99%  of the time, so the suspense is negligible. If the offense scores a touchdown, give them the 6 points and then kick to the  other team. The extra point only serves to slow down the game.

The field goal has assumed far too much significance  in today’s game. With the talented kickers we now have  who can routinely and reliably kick 50 and even 60 -yard field goals, games today are often decided by these so-called players, most of whom are imported from Europe and Latin America and who look ridiculous in their football garb. When they must attempt a tackle , they often get their teeth knocked out. If a team can march its offense to the opposing team’s 40 yard line only, and then trot out their field goal kicker, it is non-sensical  that they can earn half the points that a touchdown is worth. For those who are adamant about keeping the field goal, make it worth 2 points only, or 1/3 the amount of a touchdown.

The punt is football’s synonym for cowardice. Most Americans are not aware of the high school coach who NEVER punted. His teams won state championships. You can read his story online, or watch a great documentary about him, and the absurdity of punting in general, on youtube.  Football gives you four downs in which to gain 10 yards. If you get 9 and half of those yards on the first three downs, why would you VOLUNTARILY give the ball to the opposing team instead of going for the half yard? You will not find a bigger group of cowards than NFL head coaches.

However, don’t blame the coaches. Blame the fans and the announcers. Notice how on the rare occasions when coaches do ‘go for it’ on 4th down,  everyone goes crazy and says what a ‘gambler’ he is. Then, if the attempt fails, the coach is lambasted mercilessly by the media and fans for being ‘reckless.’  Instead of applauding him, which we should do, we tell him to stick with being conservative and boring.

Yes, the game is boring.


Besides, the punt rarely gives the punting team any benefit at all. You simply move the ball, at best, 40 yards down the field and then give it to Drew Brees or Aaron Rodgers who say ‘thank you very much’ and take the ball down the field and score on you. They  care not whether you give them the ball on the 20 yard line or the 50 yard line. And if the punter flubs it, you might only move it 10 or 20 yards. Or the opposing team can run it back for a touchdown. Any way you slice it, punting the ball is a bad proposition.

Football is a violent game and that is a large part of its appeal. Humans have evolved little, if any, from the days of the Roman gladiators and we like to see over-sized brutes crashing into each other and shattering bones. The business owners of the NFL recognize this, but they have a problem: injuries. Until we have perfected bionic humans, injuries will remains an unwanted and unavoidable part of the game. The class action lawsuit  brought by former players against the league for undiagnosed concussions sent a   palpable tremor of fear thru management. Hence, the new ‘concussion protocol’ that you are hearing so much about these days is a direct result of this.

But why are there so many concussions? The answer to that is simple: the helmet. Players have always used the modern helmet as a weapon, a battering ram to be used as a blunt force instrument of destruction. From Jack Tatum on defense to Earl Campbell on offense, the helmet was recognized by players as a piece of equipment to be used for violence, not protection. The league’s talking heads have always maintained that the helmet is a piece of ‘protective’ equipment. This is pure nonsense. The helmet does not protect anything. To repeat: it has always been and is now an offensive weapon. But the league will do nothing to change it because the helmet is where the team’s logo is most prominently marketed.

The other injuries associated with football  include torn ACLs, MCLs  and PCLs, broken tibias, broken fibulas, broken femurs, broken ribs, bruised ribs, torn achilles tendons, fractured fingers, fractured wrists, fractured collarbones, turf toe, broken backs, bruised backs, fractured jaws, busted teeth, broken hips, broken noses , broken radius bones , broken ulnas and so on.

When I was growing up, most NFL stadiums were not that much different than high school and college stadiums. They were just a bit larger. I feel lucky that I was able to view NFL games in the last great old school NFL stadium: RFK in Washington DC. Dirty, run-down, rickety, loud, boisterous, and fun, RFK was everything a good stadium should be. Contrast that with today’s antiseptic, hyper-modern, ballyhooed, billion dollar monstrosities which are usually paid for by the gullible and deceived public, who are suckered into paying most of the cost for the greedy owners. To add insult to injury, after paying for these stadiums thru ‘bonds’ and increased taxes, fans then have to pay higher ticket prices, not to mention higher parking and higher concession prices as well. I have never been to a game in one of these newfangled stadiums, and I never plan to.  What is up with fans these days, anyway? Why do they put up with this? Owners have installed these absolutely gigantic screens in all the stadiums, so that fans can watch the giant screen  DURING the game. The players actually watch themselves on the  screens while they are playing. Unbelievable. If you want to watch the game on television , stay home. But I guess I’m just old-fashioned.

As an English teacher, I take great offense at the way in which football  announcers, who are now all ex-jocks, butcher the English language. They are contributing directly and overtly to the dumbing down of the populace. Indeed, this is not only allowed, but also  encouraged. Conditionals and past perfect are  strictly forbidden. The announcers’ booth and studio have  room for the simple present tense only. Anything else is just too bothersome for these jocks, apparently. Don’t believe this? Listen closely to the announcers the next time you watch an NFL game. Notice how they will never say, “If he had made that field goal, the  team would have won the game.” No, no , no. That’s far too many words, you see. What the announcer will say is, “If he makes the field goal, the team wins.” He will say this even if he is talking about a game from 20 years ago. Welcome to the idiocracy.

How advertisers have managed to worm their way into every conceivable nook and cranny of the telecast is a thing to behold. “After the GMC timeout, the FedEX player of the game will review the Microsoft play of the game with our sideline reporter. Afterwards, we will discuss the UPS replay of the McDonald’s punt…” How the reporters can say all this stuff with a straight face is beyond me.  Actually I know it’s written into their contracts. If they merely refer to  ‘the stadium’ , they will be severely reprimanded. They must always say the complete name of the corporate bought stadium, i.e. ‘FedEx Field.’  Who’s your momma?

Is the NFL fixed? Some people believe so. It can’t be proven, but where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and there is plenty of smoke around. The easiest way to fix a game is to bribe or threaten the referees and every fan knows how capricious referee calls are in the NFL. Take offensive holding, for example. Honest referees have admitted that they could call this penalty on every play of the game. All lineman do it. But they only call it occasionally. Which means that choosing when to call it is purely at their own discretion and can immensely affect the outcome of a game.

I don’t see any way the NFL can be fixed in its present form. I think it will continue to limp along and enough diehard fans will continue to support it thru ticket and paraphernalia sales to keep it going for at least another decade. Personally, I wouldn’t give a penny of my hard-earned money to an NFL owner. They don’t deserve it. They have done nothing to enhance the game and have done everything to degrade it.

Down and out for the count



Our population conundrum. Falling birthrates and demographic decline

China has recently announced that it is ‘relaxing’ its long- standing one child policy. The government of Viet Nam has made a series of recent announcements urging families, especially those in the south of the country where the birthrate has been falling precipitously, to have more babies. A recent article noted that in Japan, couples are not only not having babies, but also not getting married. Furthermore, many young people there have said they are losing interest in sex, as work has now taken a higher priority in their lives.

The government of Singapore is looking with deep concern over the country’s plummeting birthrate and taken measures to make the country more ‘child and family friendly’ with a series of tax measures and decrees to nudge young couples to make more babies. The situation is similar in Malaysia. A few years ago in Russian, Vladimir Putin went on television and literally begged the Russian people to have bigger families, as the death rate continued to exceed the birth rate, a deeply worrisome trend for any government concerned with it’s country’s survival.


These are just a few examples among many. Indeed, all over the world this phenomenon of falling birthrates is seen.  Social scientists have a term for the replacement rate of a population, or how many babies each woman must have to maintain the population. This figure is called the ‘Total Fertility Rate’ or TFR. Generally speaking, this number is 2.1. Each woman needs to have 2 children to replace her and her husband. And since not all women have children,  and some children die before reaching adulthood, the number rises to slightly above 2.

Japan and South Korea have a current TFR of 1.2. In Singapore, it is 1.89. In Western Europe, the figures are also startling: Portugal is 1.49, France is 1.99, England is 1.66.


Italy is a disaster. In the first four months of 2013, 8,000 fewer children were born in Italy than in the same period of the previous year. Its TFR is 1.41, which ranks it 203rd in the world. Deaths are outstripping births. For 2012, Italy had 12,000 fewer births than in 2011 and 19,000 more deaths.  The only factor that is keeping Italy’s population from shrinking rapidly is immigration.

In my country, the USA, the situation is similar. Birth rates have been declining for many decades. The U.S fertility rate fell to a record low in   2012 with only 63 births per 1,000 women aged 15 to 44. This was the fifth year in a row in which birth rates have declined. Births in the U.S. have been below replacement level since  2007. Our population would have started declining many years ago if it were not for immigration. The U.S. has for a long time accepted around 2 million legal immigrants per year, and an unknown number of illegal immigrants, mostly from Mexico.

During my travels , I have often asked young women in their 20s about their future family plans . The answers I received were similar in South America and Asia. Most of the girls replied that they wanted one child. Some replied ‘none’ and some said ‘two’. When I inquired how many children their great grandmothers, grandmothers, and mothers had , they often told me: 6, 4, and 2. The trend is clear and unmistakable.

Governments and social scientists who study these trends and in many cases try to modify or reverse them look at economic causes. And many young people themselves often point to the economy and their uncertain economic status as the reasons for delaying having families or forgoing children altogether. The skyrocketing cost of private and higher education and the out-of-reach dream of owning a house are mentioned frequently. And yet, there appears to be something deeper and more profound happening here, something which nobody – neither scientists, nor bureaucrats-  has a handle on. It may be nature herself, working her plan thru unwitting humans who feel, mistakenly, that they are making rational, well-thought-out decisions based upon reason and study.

The world I grew up in during the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s, when the term ‘overpopulation’ was talked about incessantly and Paul Ehrlich’s  books about the ‘Population Explosion’ sold in the millions, is now over. Yes, we have surpassed 7 billion people, but the rate of increase is slowing way down  and  it seems our problem is no longer an over-populated world, but a soon- to -be underpopulated one.