I cannot but have empathy for people like orz.
While I find his positions untenable; I can appreciate the passion.
I think he/she might be young and hoping for a bright future. Who wants to hear someone raining on his parade?
The message of reality is harsh, and not easily heard or listened to.
I, too, was once young and hopeful.
Not so young now, but still hopeful. Otherwise, why would I volunteer so much time here? Ego feeding?
No, I wish to make a
positive difference. Sorry if reality makes the message negative.
My mindset comes from learning the hard knocks of reality in a finite world.
From one of my writings:
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'A')t the tender age of three, I went to live with my grandparents on a farm in Northwest Missouri; just a stone's throw from the Iowa line. It was there, under the influence of my grandfather, that the ground work was laid for the conservation ethic that has so dominated my life. He was a very frugal man; making do with what he had, and if forced to buy something, it was usually second-hand. This austere life, coupled with his discrete use of insecticides, herbicides, and inorganic fertilizers, made a great impression on me. It was my first lesson in the philosophy...that less is more.
During the peaceful post-war years of the 1950's, life was idyllic for a small boy with 212 acres to roam. I learned to hunt and to fish, milk a cow, drive a tractor, and, as my mother once observed, enjoy being little. I enjoyed hunting a great deal; but in later years, as I grew more aware of the environment, I found that hunting no longer had place in my life. We ate everything we shot in those days; but it was not subsistence hunting—it was sport.
Nature is at her best in the eyes of a small boy. I spent a great deal of time playing down by the "crick" on those lazy, hot summer afternoons of my early childhood; building dams, catching frogs, and remembering the first word from my Dick and Jane book.... Look! I shall never forget that time in my life. It was the best. The freedom I had then as a boy can not be bought anywhere. I will cherish those memories forever.
Doomer? No, a realist. My views are not biased by anything other than what I see as the facts of reality.
Folks, we are just animals fighting over food.