Nineteen, seventy fucking one. I will never have children. Because any child of mine will suffer a terrible fate. I myself, can’t stand to be in nature anymore because it fills me with so much fucking sadness that it’s doomed. I am filled with apathy towards my own future. And I’m angry. Very angry. If people didn’t listen to a beautiful appeal-like Marvin Gaye’s in 1971, who will ever listen to voices like mine? People in power don’t care. Because people in power are not the children of tomorrow. I am, and mine would be.
This is what the ultra-rich want. They’re going to be ok. If you don’t think there are people on this planet who have multiple, redundant systems in place to ensure their survival, in the case of any global crisis, then you are underestimating just how evil humans can be. I imagine they relish at the thought of rebuilding society in a post-apocalyptic world. “If we could only get rid of all those pesky humans, whelp, might as well do everything we can to try!” Says some Koch brother, probably.