I walk outside. It's February 24th and I'm in a short sleeve shirt and I'm great. Everything is totally fine. Inside I'm dying because it's February 24th and I'm in shorts, but the other part of me is telling myself everything is great.
I'm thanking Donald Trump. Without global warming we would not have this beautiful weather. I thank the climate change deniers and those that think alternative facts are "facts".
Global warming... is it scary? Hell nah. It's not scary because we aren't going to die from it, says every generation ever. Well what if the world turns to shit in a couple years. If the fishes finally fry up, the trees don't grow back, and the electric car stops running who are we to blame. We better take that blame finger and flip it right back on ourselves.
The biggest issue though is we're fucked if we do, fucked if we don't. The only way for us to save the environment would be to go back to the blankets. I don't know about you, but I personally enjoy sleeping in a nice warm bed at night. I'm selfish just like most people and I would rather have a nice warm bed than a future. I guess I'm just another self-absorbed member of the millennial generation.
We are all guilty and no amount of environmentally-friendly cars is going to save our sinking ship. We are on the Titanic and the boiler room has gone under. The main floor is now filling up with water and we are trying to save it with little metal buckets.
It's 75 degrees in February and I'm great. Everything is totally fine.
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