Yall I dunno where to post this, but it has to go somewhere.
I don’t care about the end of the world anymore.
It’s going to happen. There’s nothing I can do about it. I’ll have to sit and watch as it slowly shrivels into a dry ball of toxic dust. Fine.
All I want is to live long enough to laugh at the scrambling elites trying and failing to get off the planet/try and reverse the death long after rigormortis has set in. They want to ignore it, to keep making money, they clearly don’t care.
I want to see the moment when they realize their money is worthless as it turns to ash.
After that. Whatever man.
I dunno, seems like wishful thinking. Between AC, generators, mansions, bunkers, personal doctors, and being able to fuck off to safer parts of the world in a private jet on the slightest whim I don’t think consequences will be suffered for them.
Maybe they get heat stroke while on some psychedelic retreat. More likely they just do stuff like that less often or do something else, and I sorta feel like the next headline will be some rich person mauled by their exotic pet instead. I guess they could also do something stupid with wilderness guides, too (I can already imagine the argument/prophetic-warning video posted online). Some sort of hubris. Maybe something involving their own product/service, like a rocket.
Or it may even be something more mundane than that, like choking on food with a) nobody around to help b) help not offered, or pushed away out of pride.
Even if consequences could be had normally, it’d likely be experienced by their kids or grand-kids instead (even more likely if they somehow don’t turn out to be such terrible people).
Also, my first thought:
song lyrics, by AJJ
from Best Friend:
It’s not out world anymore… It’s not out world anymore!
It’s not out world… and it never was.
…and that’s not our problem. That’s not our problem, anymore!