Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Where is Captain Planet when you need him?

Imagine this; someone from the future shows up out of thin air (like they often do), and tells you a horrid story about how in the future humanity consumes itself through its nearly immeasurable hubris. This traveler shows you hours of evidence, proving beyond the shadow of a doubt the validity of his claim. Then he tells you that unless you and the rest of humanity changes its course, one thousand years from the time you occupy, humanity will be destroyed.

Do you think, "Well I've got to get on saving the human race!"
Watching House is much more fun than saving humanity.

Or perhaps you think, "One thousand years from now? Fuck it." And then you show the time traveler the door, and go back to watching House, or whatever it is you t.v viewers watch.

If you fall into the former group, good job! You are compassionate enough of a person to not only care about yourself, which is difficult for many people, but you also care about people whom you can never meet. Thumbs up! Don't let go of that.

If you fall into the latter group, well I'd like to call you a dick, but you have a point. One thousand years from now? Why give a shit? No one can give you a single logical reason to care! You'll be dead! Your children will be dead, their children will be dead, and their children will be dead. Anyone born in your gene pool who you can meet and connect with will already be dead by then. So why care? Just enjoy yourself! Toss that extra large drink container out the window! Buy the biggest, baddest, most wasteful penis enhancer of a vehicle you can afford! Hell buy it even if you can't afford it! Only buy vegetables that have been pre-cut, and packaged in three separate layers! Just enjoy yourself because you only live once.

Now I would like to speak to those of you who fell into the former group again. Stop playing fair, throw that compassion out the window on this issue. Because I can tell you for a fact, the latter group up there ^^^^^, could care less whether humanity, the planet, or the Red Boobied Jack Warbler lives or dies. They don't care, either because they will be dead, or they think they are going to be raptured long before the future even comes. You can't convince these people over to your side, because you have nothing to offer them. So play dirty, put money behind your agenda, use propaganda, just do everything and anything necessary to win.

Or you could just what I do, try to reason with people in a vain attempt to change minds without violating a strict set of moral principles.  While an unshakeable feeling of utter futility slowly seeps its way into every fiber of your being, leaving you a cynical husk of what once was a human being.

Please in this case do what I say, not what I do.

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