The end of the world is nigh.

I reckon, within thirty years, we as a planet full of people will have experienced another round of calamitous, existence-threatening, self-inflicted violence.
With the nearly unstoppable degradation of our habitat that will inevitably affect food supply and most basic means of comfortable living, a loosely misunderstood political fabric maneuvered by an increasingly myopic, short-tempered ruling elite and the exponentially widening income and quality-of-life gap, the situation will be unstable enough for a serious try and global breakdown.
I am not trying to push the fear factor.
Actually, I find it mildly amusing in a sort of masochistically rueful way.
But still, we are definitely in for it.
Unless we are not.

The big question is, and the big question is, if we can federalize banks and lending and half of our financial markets to save our economic system, why can't we do the same to save our environment? Someone has to force the corporations to change the way things are done.
It's the only hope.
Really, there is no amount of recycling you can do to stave off the coming Armageddon.*


*see above negativity

2 comments:

kelvin freely said...

The fact that an economic crisis will push environmental protection to the back burner demonstrates well my feeling of total futility.

I don't believe in God. And I have little faith in humanity. Much of our country is run like a fraternity of entitlement. Our kernel concept of expansion is flawed. I feel very much of the verge of just walking away from everything possible and living like a bum.

Anonymous said...

me too.