As REM cried, "it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel
Whether you're talking about climate warming, species collapse, peak everything, natural disasters, the poisoning and raping of the ecosystem, or just the fundamental precariousness of our financial systems, it's clear to me that humankind is pretty much hosed.
So what? It's not going to happen this year or next, and I'll probably be able to ride out whatever happens -- I've sold my house, have no job, my ex-wife can't dun me for child support because I'm always moving around, and my kids think I'm an asshole. I've got no responsibilities any more, and can get to wherever the gettin' is good.
I'm in it for the fun. Get rich, get laid, make hay while the sun's shining.
I thought I could make a difference for awhile, even worked for years with some "colleagues" on waking the world up. But humankind is a bunch of hopeless idiots, sleepwalking toward the cliff's edge. I've washed my hands of idealism and fellowship.
For some fun, take my version of the "PostApocalypse Survival Aptitude Quiz" that we prepared, before I walked out on the Wind Horse Alliance. I poke 'em in the eye with a sharp stick. That's my response to the "analysis models" provided by the confusionistas at the "Institute for PostApocology" and the con-sticks-in-the-mud at "Center for PostApocalypse Studies."
What a bunch of idiots.
Get rich. Get laid. Make hay.