Oh, The Inconvenience Of It All

Paul Krugman writes,

Every once in a while I feel despair over the fate of the planet. If you’ve been following climate science, you know what I mean: the sense that we’re hurtling toward catastrophe but nobody wants to hear about it or do anything to avert it.
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The result of all this is that climate scientists have, en masse, become Cassandras — gifted with the ability to prophesy future disasters, but cursed with the inability to get anyone to believe them.

He singles out the Southwest as a particularly worrisome example. “So if you live in, say, Los Angeles, and liked those pictures of red skies and choking dust in Sydney, Australia, last week, no need to travel. They’ll be coming your way in the not-too-distant future.”
His discussion of the whys of our inability to attack this issue is of sufficient importance that you should stop reading this post and go directly to his column in The New York Times. As an aid, I’ll end this post here.

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  1. I carry around with me a comment I read in the paper several years ago explaining how the universe will someday burn up all available energy and become cold, dark, and lifeless. This comment gives me an unaccountable sense of hope, but before it happens I will forever work to try to do our best by our own planet. This is a no-brainer, and I simply can’t see why people, as intelligent as we’re supposed to be, can’t understand that ruining their own environment is the zenith of insanity. I used to have fish in the limited environment of a fish-tank. It was an excellent window into how environments work.

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