The environmental crimes we continue to perpetrate every day in the name of propping up our lifestyles of ugly stupid excess are pushing us faster and faster toward multiple catastrophic tipping points.

The poor dump their dead washing machines in the desert creeks.

The rich detonate a Hiroshima’s worth of explosives every week to speed up the strip mining of Appalachia.

The US military is, to this day still, the worst carbon emitter in world history, month after month.

These and other heartwarming facts are common knowledge for those with eyes to see.

Jimmy Dore and Robert Kennedy just had a detailed conversation outlining them.

We’re not going to screech to a halt at the edge of the cliff in a moment of Hollywood drama.

We’re not even fucking going to slow down.

We’re headed over that edge, at full steam ahead.

As corny and crazy and conspiratorial as it sounds, The End really Is Nigh, for the apex primate species, for you and for me and for everyone we’ve ever loved; for all the darling domesticated dogs and cats and emotional comfort pigs too.

Please don’t explain to me who to vote for.

Please don’t ask me what I’m going to do to improve myself.

Please don’t tell me what it means to be a real man or a hero.

I don’t have time to listen to any of that because I’m working through that last hard stage of grief.