Global warming deserves at least 45 seconds of “real, concentrated panic” a week:
Global warming must be met with immediate, short-lasting feelings of overwhelming dread, or else life as we know it will truly cease—oh, God, there’s nothing we can do, is there? Maybe we’re already too late. What am I supposed to do? Unplug my refrigerator? I recycle, I take shorter showers than I used to, doesn’t that count for something? Devastating famines and brutal wars fought over dwindling resources? Is that my fault? Jesus, holy shit, someone do something! Tell me what to do! For the love of God, what can possibly be done?
There you have it. I’ve done my part. Now it’s your turn.
(Thanks to Andy Revkin for the pointer.)
Deep down, The Onion, of course, knows that individual action won’t make a noticeable difference.
