Boom goes London. Boom Paris...

(This is part of a book I've been working on called The Maxfieldian Manifesto. It's basically finished, and I'm tweaking it some last-minute before I publish. I'm happy to share if you'd like a free pre-published copy. I'd love your thoughts. PM me and I'll send you one. CG)

In case you didn’t know, we’ve already had five mass extinctions 

As in, some creatures like plankton or dinosaurs were wildly successful for millions of years and pretty much ruled the planet.

Then the planet got tired of looking at the poor bastards and killed them all. Poof. All dead, and then a few million years later, something else came along and evolved enough to take over the whole show.

And again, poof. Our lovely little Earth gets tired of some uppity creature and poof, everything dies. When the dinosaurs ruled the planet for millions of years, a few little furry little shit mammals were hiding in the undergrowth that quite liked the idea of the big beasts dying off so they had free reign and a few more million years and you and I are running rampant, destroying everything as fast as we can because it’s profitable and the ancestors of mighty dinosaurs are relegated to being cut up and fried into McNuggets. 

It keeps happening, over and over and over and over and yet, we think we’re all so damned important that everyone should know our name and kiss our ass.

Nope.

We’re a ghost fart. I’m a ghost fart. You’re a ghost fart. Your great-great-great grammy is a ghost fart. The dinosaurs ran shit for hundreds of millions of years. They were the schizzle and one big space rock turned them into WD40. 

Now we’re heading into the Anthropocene Extinction, meaning Big Number Six is being caused by us because it delivers good value to investors. There’s probably nothing we can do at this point. It’s already too late to reverse it and nobody seems to care.

We’re going boom and why should we care. Probably won’t go to total shit in OUR lifetime. Our grandkids will be pissed off though. .

Get over yourself and don’t think anything you do will have any forever consequences. It’s all going to be dust. Have a good breakfast, sit outside and enjoy your coffee. Go to Paris and have a croissant in a sidewalk café. Stay up late and watch your favorite movie. Dance. Sing. Wear ugly clothes. Be a nuisance. If you’re lucky, your grandkids will have something nice to say about you just before the final apocalypse. 

None of this is gonna last. Let it go. Most of the planet isn’t smart enough to understand it or caring enough to do anything about it.

As soon as you embrace the Anthropocene Extinction, you’ll realize you are powerless to stop it. Have a cocktail and toast our imminent destruction.