OK, I think I have finally calmed down enough to talk about this in a sane way.
I am worried that the world is going to end.
There. I’ve typed it out. It’s out there.
The world is burning, flooding, heating, cooling, drying, acidifying. alkalining, and basically terraforming itself away from us, and what do we do?
We joke about it. Ha ha, too bad the world’s going to end, I was really looking to the next season of the Crown, ha ha ha.
That’ll look great projected on a giant screen in our future show trials.
Prosecutor : “You mean you knew the end was coming? ”
Defendant : “Well…. yeah. I mean, I’d heard it on TV and read it in magazines and on social media and been told every possible way many many times.”
Prosecutor : “And yet you did nothing to stop it. “
Defendant : “Well there was nothing we could do. ”
Prosecutor : ” WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO? THERE WERE SEVEN AND A HALF BILLION OF YOU BACK THEN! “
Defendant : “Yeah but we had like…. lives, and stuff…
Prosecutor : And now there’s only three million of us left. Hope you enjoyed that beer.
See, what I see happening is that climate change will keep getting worse and people will continue treating it like it’s just natural disasters until we reach a tipping point where very important things like shifts in the Gulf Stream and ocean acidification and things like that make millions of acres unfarmable and that will start a chain of events where things like food riots and a total breakdown of law and order will crush modern society as one way or another, the problem of too many people to feed will be resolved.
The current population requires all of modern agriculture to maintain, and that agriculture requires a high energy high tech society to function, and that high energy high tech society can’t survive a world wracked by constant extreme weather.
Because here’s the thing nobody is saying : it is only going to get worse.
We ain’t seen nuthin’ yet. Eventually there will be nowhere left to hide. Nowhere you can feel safe. No place that is “normal” at all any more.
And then the food will die.
And then what the fuck are we going to do?
I don’t think people are seeing the full picture yet. The whole damn ecosystem is going to collapse. We won’t be able to grow nearly enough food to feed 7.5 billion smartass monkeys any more.
Food prices will skyrocket as the same demand chases a much smaller supply. It’s already starting to happen. The world is going to look like one big third world country where the only hope of survival is the soup line…. or war.
Like I said. One way or another, the problem of too many people and not enough food will resolve itself.
War, pestilence, plague, or famine,,, those are what I see coming for us.
Maybe Biden’s trillion-dollar plan will work. But I doubt it.
The world is going to end because we didn’t want to annoy one hundred billionaires.
Well, after all, there was nothing we could do.
More after the break.
Oh shit, we’re still talking about climate change?
Um, yeah. Sorry.
See, this is the kind of shit that brings my hidden messiah complex to the forefront.
Because what if I am the only one that can save the world?
Not via superheroics, obviously, but through the power of my words?
What if the whole reason I’ve got all this charisma, intelligence, and eloquence is so that I could be the one to galvanize the world into action on climate change before it’s too late? First Greta, now me?
I spent a good part of my morning wrestling with this question.
What if the world needs me?
It took me a couple of hours to talk myself down again. I had to do it.
Because who wants to be the Messiah? Not me. I just wanna have fun.
Like a lot of people who have felt The Call, I don’t wanna go. I just want to be a person with a job and a boyfriend and a home gym, god damn it. I just want to use my vast store of abilities to make money and get stuff. I just want to be a lazy intellectual who spends his days doing interviews and hosting panels at conventions.
But some fuckers had to go set fire to the goddamned planet and now I gotta fix it.
Well someone has to.
And yes, I know that thinking it’s your job to save the world is a classic delusional structure. I might as well be declaring myself to be Napoleon. Or Jesus.
So let me reframe it in somewhat less crazy terms : what if I am one of the people who might help save the world?
Why that’s not crazy at all!
The problem is that I am not looking to contribute to a fucking debate. I am not here to discuss options, open a dialogue, or get a motherfucking “conversation” going.
I am here to shriek like a train whistle with its nuts caught in a vise in order to wake people up and get them good and pissed off about the fact that climate change is going to kill them and everyone they love as well as modern civilization itself all because corrupt politicians won’t piss off their plutocratic owners by making them stop.
I want people to pour into the streets like cops murdered another black dude and demand change NOW or we will do it ourselves, mob justice style.
Humanity will save itself by ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Anthrogenic greenhouse emissions could be gone tomorrow if we had the will to forget the rules and do what needs to be done to make things right.
And maybe, just maybe, I need to be the one who sounds Gabriel’s horn,
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.