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Global worming

I’m tired of all this back-slapping Isn’t-humanity-great bullshit. We’re a virus with shoes, OK?

Bill Hicks

Like every species on a roll, we’re gobbling everything in sight until we are fighting and starving in our own effluent.

What really distinguishes homo rapiens from, say, yeast, is that we’re talking about it.

Is there any way to avoid the planet shrugging us off?

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