Everyone talks about climate change, but our biodiversity is crashing, and unless it's the Amazon or fisheries, nobody seems to be talking about it.
Nobody much rues the lack so it's all good. Except of course it isn't. Over here the main collapse is due to neonicotinoids, which we banned years ago once most of the pollinators had taken a dive, only we're going to allow the beet varmers to use them otherwise we'll run out of sugar for the president's tea. Meanwhile the bees are making a timid come-back, the hornets are out in force (moving up from the south in droves and even the evil face of Marine Le Pen doesn't deter the buggers). Flies we have aplenty, ditto those nasty little bastards that look ordinary but bite and bring you up in 3"-wide lumps.
It's all one, of course, the insects, the dying forests, the burnt-out forests, the weather gone wawa, the thinning sea ice, the faltering Gulf Stream, the collapsing fish stocks*, the droughts and, some say, the pandemics.
It's time for humanity to die out, and
après moi it can. Meanwhile I'll have another espresso and not think too hard about where it was grown. I'm glad we have no grandchildren.
* and what does the term
stock tell you about how the poor bloody fish are considered?
