Total War on Climate Change

Content Warning: Apocalyptic Environmental Problems. Really think twice before reading.

Do we give a shit about the world or not? About the human species or any others? About our own lives? Do we want to live in a disgusting hellpit – assuming we’re capable of living at all, when this is done? The latest IPCC report on climate change is a real motherfucker. Forty years until all the coral reefs die, even if we start doing things right this instant. That’s just one aspect of it.

The worst part is that we don’t know what effects that level of environmental devastation will have. Everything is interlinked in ecology. The coral reefs alone dying out (surely there will be more direct damage besides that) could have a knock-on effect that kills almost all non-bacterial life in the ocean. That could happen.

And some of that life helps regulate global temperatures – photosynthetic algae and the like. So what if that stuff dies off and the rate of greenhouse gas build runs away, beyond expectation? We could already be a dead species walking. That’s right. Even if we dropped everything right now and waged total war on climate change? It could already be too late. We could all fucking die over this.

I’d like to take a moment to thank the captains of industry and gold digging political bros for fucking our species to death for money. One love, baby. Capitalism is the only economic system that works with human nature. Human nature is to extinct itself like locusts gone wild, so, like, top marks my dudes.

What I’m here to say is this: We need to declare total war on climate change. In WWII we restructured our economy with fervor to meet the challenge of that time. Well the challenge now is, arguably, a lot more dire. Making “carbon markets” and all that kinda crap? Insufficient funds, man. It’s time to go all out. Now.

It might be too late, but at least if you get on board with this, you can say you died fighting. Any of you captains of industry and pet politicians not on board? You’re pissing on your own graves, fiddling while Rome burns. See how far that gets you.