The truth of the matter is that it’s not the science, politics, or anything else that made me disinterested in researching the topic further or caring if the environment is maintained; it’s that I don’t find the apocalypse moving at all. It is not at all surprising that the religious (followers of Scientism, Christianity, Islamism, etc.) express the most fervor regarding the prophecies of men, for such is the nature of the superstitious. However, they just never impressed me. The fear mongers prey on the seemingly instinctual susceptibility in the weak-minded, physically weak, and altogether pathetic within the rabble. Yes, the popularity of apocalyptic zombie media is quite revealing of the public psyche: We are bonded with a select few who, despite their wide-ranging differences, come together to survive and evade the cannibals with no conscious. I think this is, or could be, a beneficial way to approach life, but it would seem that spiritual and social moral that comes from the apocalyptic/dystopian prophecies/fables has the opposite effect of what it is supposed to. Jesus, Orwell, Romero, Nostradamus, the author(s) of Revelations and other comparable books of that time, and the like, are totally lost on the rabble for fear is their preferred fodder.
“The world is going to end! We have 12 years!” Says AOC, Al Gore, and the like. The Mayan calendar, Y2K, global cooling, and all the other prophecies leading to Armageddon or Ragnarök I’ve experienced in my lifetime share one common theme: The end of the world! What is “the end of the world”? Seriously, I’m really asking: what is it? New Year’s Eve (that loathsome holiday) 1999, Y2K was upon us. We were unloading our beer, while the family in the next parking space of the apartment complex was unloading water and canned goods—preparation for the end of the world, you see. I couldn’t help but wonder: Do people need drinking water for the end of the world?
2012, a friend of mine is certain that the world is going to end because the Mayans predicted it (no they didn’t), and we’re arguing about it. He says to me, “Just wait, when the world ends, I’m going to be right there reminding you of how stupid you are.” I said, “How are we going to be alive when the world ends?” Did he not think that statement through? Maybe, but time and time again, I hear about people needing ammo, guns, and whatever else for “the end of the world”. Which makes me think, maybe people do not have a clear understanding of what that means. It sounds like a demagogue to excite fear in people. The polar ice caps are going to melt and everyone in Miami is going to stand there for the next 12 to 100 years (depending on who’s climate change prophecy you go by) as the water rises and kills them all, along with the polar bears. They’ll all be dead. “Dogs and cats, living together, mass hysteria.” [Dr. Peter Venkman (played by Bill Murray in Ghostbusters) (1984).]
Now, I know climate-deniers are looked at as flat-earthers, and I tried so hard to be open minded about it. I even did some serious researching so I could articulate my thoughts and not sound like a complete idiot. My only intention for the production of this comic was to exploit the fact that redistribution of wealth and free college tuition is not going to stop Miamians from drowning in the flashflood taking place for the next 12-100 years. For simpletons lacking in analogic wit, what I mean to say is: the interventions do not affect climate, or CO2. The more I read, though, the more preposterous it sounds. CO2 is not the ultimate, or even significant, controller of climate. The “Greenhouse Gas” is not what makes Greenhouses warm! It’s just not. These same interventions were proposed during the ice age scare of the 70s! How can interventions preventing an ice age and preventing global warming have the exact same outcome? Oh, that’s right, it’s “climate change” not global warming or cooling. That’s convenient, whether the climate changes to warm or cold, they’re right. There is a cataclysmic event happening, it’s the deterioration and suppression of the human consciousness, aka, intellect.
Now, apocalyptic/dystopian stories and teachings are for spiritual warfare. They are told because people aren’t ready for the horror. It’s about rising above (as if in a rapture) away from the horror. Other’s live according to fear and are not ready to hear the horns of victory and fly with the Valkyrie. They’ll sell their eternal soul for short-term torments—What?! Of course, you don’t know what that means! That’s the whole point I’m making! “They ain’t about that life,” [Kanye West voice]. For: “it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark, the deep – into evil.” – Zarathustra (Nietzsche). It’s time to wake up and smell the napalm. I am going to be totally honest here: If you are someone who is going to stand there when the climate raises 2 degrees Celsius over the next 20 years as the ocean rises above your head and just die, I am not sure you have the right to live. I mean, one could have an arc built by that time. Carbon dioxide, a vital component of all life on the planet, is going to kill us all. The world is going to end! What do you mean? “I mean the ice caps will melt, and polar bears will have to walk and work harder for food!” Oh, the horror.
The snail slithers down the sharp edge of Occam’s razor, indeed the fear mongers expend more than the average human in fossil fuels and resources promoting their prophecies, the antichrist aka Greta scolds the world with controlled tantrums, the Son of Man soars down from the clouds on a golden chariot being pulled by polar bears shooting flames from his eyes, Winston Smith hangs on the cross, there are forest fires and tornados and earthquakes, the benevolent King of the U.S. signs a bill for Americans to get free college tuition, makes it illegal to use hate speech, bans gas cars and assault weapons, and, suddenly, POOF! The people crawl up from the ground like worms in the rain with the morose and icky feeling one gets after a long thunderstorm immediately followed by the sun and birds chirping (to add to the unpleasantry, not keeping with the analogy because the rabble are the worms), and someone notices the life blood, the responsible being for the world as we know it, god-like in its existence or the closest thing, magnanimous, most powerful terrestrial entity, beholder of balance for life as we know it, of course, obviously it’s—the polar ice caps are regrowing and says, “Look, the polar ice caps! They’re coming back!” We are all reacquainted with all our ancestors and loved ones, and all the capitalists have lost weight and their monocles, their hair grows back, their skin darkens as liver spots disappear, and they laugh gayly no longer under the spell of profits and start throwing coins of gold everywhere with a level of gay excitement rivaled only by Ebenezer Scrooge Christmas day post-hauntings… Tadziu Johnson is hiding in his room, praying fervently that the omniscient polar ice caps don’t expose him to the mostly peaceful mob, and the epilogue stops abruptly as if written by Aldous Huxley…
“The Horror…”