You know, for at least 30 years now, biologists and other scientists have been first anxious, then very worried, then freaking the fuck out in panic about these topics. And yet, the more evidence is gathered and the more scientist talk about it, the less traction they get. It's like fucking upside-down world. Most biologists in my circle have resigned themselves that they are nothing more than census takers on a planetary titanic of our own creation.
People persist in putting their heads in the sand about, or flat out denying, or pretending that god will fix, the horror show they are unleashing on their own species (let alone the umpteen other species we are willy-nilly going to take with us, which is what really pisses me off). I mean, who cares if ocean food chains collapse, right? I don't like to eat fish! Who cares if changing weather patterns cause extreme droughts, massive famine, political instability and war, and ever-burgeoning refugee crises? It's not my neighborhood! Who cares if tens of thousands of species of animals go extinct? I wasn't gonna shoot em anyway!
Our species is utterly disgusting, but really, I'm not sure we can help ourselves given how our brains are wired. Humans have the capacity to change, but they don't have the will to for any sort of problem that isn't immediate and obviously threatening. Why else are Mustachians so rare? At this point I'm pretty convinced the only way we aren't going over this particular cliff is if a super virus wipes out at least 80% of us.
