While most Phoenicians are loading up on little packages of cardboard and gunpowder to express the American version of freedom, real fireworks in the form of 1,000-ton stones loom over us just waiting to hurtle down from the heavens and devastate human existence. At some point, a smug Chicken Little will say, “I told you so,” as seas overrun and we too become just another desolate flying rock in the universe. You may ask “When will this be?” or “How could this... More >>>