Our earth is threatened with complete destruction as we speak, or at least an uninhabitable surface. Giant meteors, volcanic winters, planetary warming, nuclear devastation, plus another dozen death scenarios or so I don’t recall at the moment. Ho hum, bfd, I want to win the lottery. I just feel like nobody is taking me seriously. I mean we are going along the same well trod path, mucky mucks take everybody’s money to make something that only the self appointed cream of the crop can go to and survive. Recall the swanky redoubt the congress had secretly built for themselves during the cold war.
This time I think time will be against the honored few. They have to finish building the space station and Lunar city before they can all escape the deadly perils of earth. And no matter what amount of money they throw at this dumb idea to maintain the human species in space towns they won’t hold all the high and mighties, there will be inbreeding, life support from earth will vanish. I give that enclose environmental experiment a couple generations at best; they will have murdered themselves over shrinking resources and woman folk. They won’t be ready in time to save anybody anyway. Suppose they do pull it off, suppose all these thieving gas bags are the only representation of the human race left when the aliens finally arrive to save us. I can only shudder at the thought of what would happen to the last humans after being judged unfit to save. Laser target practice? Fill up their suits with helium and kick them a couple hundred miles? Have them spaghettied through a sieve into the void? It doesn’t matter; all of it’s too good for our white collar crooks.
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