Nature Holds Hands With Man
So here we are at the end of the world. Or at least, as was a popular phrase in Science Fiction movies in bygone years, “The End of the World As We Know It.”
And, frankly, I don’t feel fine.
Nature has teamed up with its old nemesis, Man, to inject a little drama into the history of the world. Or perhaps they plan to bring the whole story to a screeching, agonizing end. We’ll have to stay tuned to see how it comes out.
The mechanism is attached to the warming of our climate through ad hoc, even impulsive, industrialization. This will give rise to failed crops, starvation, disease, flooding and the inevitable political spasms known popularly as wars. (Perfect drama for celestial sweeps week).
On the positive side, we don’t have to worry so much about that overpopulation problem we’ve been fretting about for the last forty years. That will be taken in hand quite readily.
That Nature and Man should become such perfect bedfellows would, in other circumstances, be a cause for rejoicing, but their distinctive, grandiose cleansing program, set on sterilizing the biosphere of the most troublesome of the planetary inhabitants, ironically will create more panic than merriment.
“Will,” future tense, as circumstances haven’t deteriorated enough to freak out the man on the street. By the time he gets scared it is just a matter of time before the elites start loosing sleep. Eventually, when they are uncomfortable enough, we might get some action on handling the predicament.
The dungaree-ed dub thumping college student peacenik will whine that by then it’ll be too late. We need action now! That’s crap, though. It’s been too late.
This is a done deal.
We cannot follow Barney’s admonition to Andy and “Nip it in the Bud.” It is time, now, to deal with the reality. Just as any adult (real one, mind you) must deal with reality. The dynamic duo of Nature and her idiot child have sealed our fate.
Any crisis, even fatal ones, can be managed. There are several steps and the result will be a horrible catastrophe…but one that is not as heartbreakingly excruciating. For many of the population (a painless way of describing actual people with feelings and throbbing hearts) the situation is terminal. But it is possible for human culture to endure.
And we won’t use labels such as “Global Warming.” Yes, it’s accurate. More freakin’ accurate than “El Niño!” (Remember a few years ago El Niño was the darling scapegoat of a moronic media?) But labels seem to somehow make it all a little unreal. We do best with nameless threats. Let’s not call it anything.
Nature now holds hands with Man. This is not the utopia we wanted nor is it the tender and downy union we had hoped. The menace accelerates like water down a pipe. Hold your nose; here comes the cold water.
The calamity is on top of us. We are living in it. These are the early days of The End of The World As We Know It.
