Genious, i say

Yzma: "I'll turn him into a flea! A harmless, little flea! And then, I'll put that flea in a box. And then I'll put that box inside of another box. And then I'll mail that box to myself. And when it arrives, I'll smash it with a hammer! Ahaha!!! It's brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT, I tell you! GENIOUS, I say!!! Or, to save postage, I'll just poison him with THIS!!! Feel the power, Kronk. Can you feel it?"

Kronk: "Oh. I can feel it."

Thats all very well, but what are we gonna do about him?

Since it’s my first belated post of the year, why don’t we talk about the end of the world, since I seem to be such an overall cheerful person on this blog?

I am a fairly eco-conscious being. I turn off lights and taps, and my laptop every time I leave the room for more than 10 minutes. I recycle glass, paper at school and plastic bags. I walk to and from school. I do, however, almost never turn down a ride if I don’t feel like walking or do all kinds of recycling or, so far, managed to convince anybody to follow some kind of conservative example.
But still, I’m happy I know how to swim because (especially after seeing ‘An Inconvenient Truth’) I feel like we’re going down real fast.
Can you imagine? Millions of special, unique places will be lost in a coat of malicious water never to be recovered, even if the levels go down again. Things people have spent lives on; art, structure, homes, will be gone. Never mind the, you know, people and animals dying. The utter, utter chaos. .............. tired
I think years from now people will laugh at us like we laugh at those who though WWI was never going to happen, or would only last a few months. They’ll look back and think, how could they be so stupid? So in denial?
Because that’s what we are, every single one of us; we don’t care. And if we care, we don’t care enough. The energy it would take to simply walk, or turn a bloody light off, seems too superior for our strengths. We disregard our own importance, our own carbon footprint that burns away at fur and branches. That’s why I simply sound like an...eco-maniac or something. Some kind of depressed pessimist warning all of you of impending doom.
And I am!
I am, in a way. I’m frustrated by how moronic and ignorant people are choosing to be because, hell, if everybody did their tiny bit- recycle plastic bags, paper at school, walk instead of drive when you can- then things wouldn’t seem so utterly hopeless. ‘Cause it’s not, I don’t think. If we all woke up and did our part we could save enough to not denominate what we are doing as complete fuck-up. (link)

My English teacher was talking about World War One the other day and mentioned how hopeless, how endless it must have been to be caught in the middle of that. In that hell you would have though, this is never going to end. And in the Second World War, the Jews must have thought that was the end to their kind. That nothing would make it better.
But it wasn’t the end.
And that gives me hope. Because maybe now it seems like everything is going to the shit-hole faster than we can say stop, but I believe that something will happen, has to happen, that will save us from the end. I just hope we won’t be stupid enough to have to kill millions and millions of people to reach the conclusion that; hey, this consuming everything I see is maybe not the best idea.
So the moral of this story, kiddies, is just too fucking care enough to do something.
Just.
Do.
It.