Imagine an alien planet, teeming with life.
There are plants, trees, rivers, oceans, and lots of creatures. Bunnies, of course, but also lizards, horses, orangutans, beetles, rhinoceros, and thousands of other species.
(Or their alien-planet equivalent.)
Then, all of a sudden, (in geo-time,) a new species emerges, called the Krackstock. These Krackstock are rapacious, and begin churning through the planet’s resources.
Soon, they enslave the chicken, cow and pig-like creatures, and set up death camps for each species. After the ritualized killing, at massive scale, the Krackstock would then eat their victims.
Eventually, most of the existing species were in peril, as was the health of the entire eco-system of the planet. (I don’t know, let’s call this fictional planet Narcinon.)
If you were watching a movie, a great early-George-Lucas-style sci-fi flick, wouldn’t the Krackstock be the bad guys?
They’d have to be, right?
Devouring an entire planet?
We’d hate the Krackstock, and actively root against them, as some Super-Bunny came along to save the day!
(I’m guessing you’re on to my sly metaphor by now…)
According to all science, we, humanity, are living in a burning building of our own making, yet many actively deny it’s even happening. (Frog, meet pot.)
As Climate Change seems so enormous, yet not-sinister, it’s a menace that might make Earth uninhabitable for almost any life.
How is this not a greater priority for people?
I think it’s exactly because the problem is immense but faceless. It seems like there’s nothing to be done, but that’s not true.
Sure, you can install LED lights and save electricity. Put in solar panels. Eat less meat. Buy a more gas-efficient or electric car. Minimize your use of packaging.
But there’s one, concrete maneuver that you don’t hear enough about…
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