Young Bambi: "What happened, Mother? Why did we all run?"
Bambi's Mother: "Man was in the forest."
Was there ever a more chilling line in any movie? Those of you who think Bambi was a kid's cartoon? Whoo, boy, is that not so ...
Yesterday, in the local paper, there was an opinion piece by a scientist who essentially says that while global warming is real enough, there is absolutely no evidence that humans had anything to do with it. That, essentially, we shouldn't get all het up about it ourselves, and the implication is that we should just merrily go on about our business, since it's not our fault.
La, la, la, not to worry.
I find this statement to be on my personal order of wonder right up there with how somebody can be gay (or lesbian) black -- and a Republican. No matter what you might think, you ain't ever gonna be a real member of their club. They want your vote, but not you.
There's a collection of trash twice the size of Texas floating around in the ocean, The Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Most of it is tiny bits, just below the surface, but still. Since plastic isn't one of Mother Nature's creations, there's no way around the fact that man didn't just go into the forest and kill Bambi's mother, he has also gotten a fairly good start on messing up the seas.
(By "he," I mean, of course, "we.")
I'm not going to go all hippie-green on you, though there are worse ways to look at the world, but it seems to me that people surely do need to start paying attention. I don't think we'll kill the whole planet any time soon, but we can damage it enough so it won't be a place where humans as such can live. And if we do, it won't be anybody's fault but our own.
After we are gone and the roaches prosper, I expect that most of the scars will eventually fade and wind and water and sun will clean things up in, say, thirty or forty million years. Give some surviving species a shot at being top predator, since we obviously didn't have the smarts to keep the job ...