This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.
The BP oil spill fiasco makes me want to put my head through a desk. Time for a revolution. Let’s stop big business from literally getting away with murder. Let’s make our government work for us instead of favoring major corporations. Let’s have a planet to live on in 20 years. This is getting out of control, and our apathy is aiding and abetting a grim situation.
I am not prone to a feeling of hopelessness very often, but my cynicism regarding the innate goodness of humanity is on overdrive. There is an acquiescence, an utter disregard for anything but gazing at one’s own navel, a willing and enthusiastic ignorance running rampant like a disease in our society. You really want to be a self-centered fuck-wad? Take care of the earth so you can continue having a privileged existence. As much as I love “Mad Max”, that’s not the type of world in which I care to live. I like the internet, ice cream, and knowing, like, totally for sure that I won’t be stabbed in the neck while I sleep way too much to want to live in a post-apocalyptic world. You think I’m being melodramatic? We aren’t that far-gone yet? Well, maybe not yet, but…
Oil-soaked shore.
Dead Bird Floating in Oil
Let's go swimming!
Welcome to the Thunderdome, bitch.
It’s getting pretty fucking bad, and a lot of it is our fault. Yes, the earth moves in cycles. Yes, we would have experienced an ice-age or epic draught sooner or later as a way of the earth cleansing itself. These things are sure to happen, but we’re prepping a step-ladder to our own demise.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe, no matter what we do, we’re screwed because the sun is going to die and take all of us with it. Black holes do seem about as inevitable as an ice age…or those sores coming back…but do you really want to live in a shit-hole until it’s time for us all to go? I mean, just because we’re moving out in a few centuries doesn’t mean we should trash the place.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
