The constant rain I am hinting at is electromagnetic radiation. EM radiation. As I sit here, I am bathed in it. Not really so much rain as a cloud, or swirling ocean current. It's everywhere and touches every part of me not shielded by something substantial - lead shorts, anyone?
This EM is made from all those beautiful waves of information that reach our cell phones, radios, and broadcast television receivers. Microwave communications are a big source, and virtually every household, business, and public space has wireless 'hotspots' now. And don't forget high tension power lines and the electric motors in those nifty, frugal Priuses (Priusi?) All good EM.
The jury is still out on whether this stuff hurts us in the long term. Nobody really wants an answer now anyway - the solution if the answer is 'yes' is too disrupting to contemplate. Imagine the Surgeon General telling us 'Okay, everybody. Starting tomorrow, no more cell phones and back to wired connections for everyone.' Yeah, right - starting tomorrow, no more Surgeon General.
What puzzles me is, bathed in all this delicious EM that I am, I can still manage to find a cellular dead zone. Maybe we should all try to find one and move there.
Of course, not content with this man-made web of potentially harmful 'rain', some people would like to intensify the experience by triggering a nuclear bomb high up over us on the edge of space. Giving us a tsunami of EM ( an EM pulse, or EMP) that will, aside from whatever it might do to our bodies, wipe out all electronics, including power grids. And not just for a few minutes or hours, but months or even years. Instant Stone Age.
Scared? Not me. I am reassured by both the Register and the Huffington Post when they tell me the threat is overstated intentionally by freaky conservatives like Mike Huckabee. I can believe that.
So I will continue to obsess solely about the silent, everywhere-around-me kind of EM. Excuse me while I don my foil suit.
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