Death, destruction, disease, horror. That’s what war is all about, Anan. That’s what makes it a thing to be avoided. You’ve made it neat and painless. So neat and painless, you’ve had no reason to stop it. And you’ve had it for five hundred years. Since it seems to be the only way I can save my crew and my ship, I’m going to end it for you, one way or another. - Kirk Star Trek, A Taste of Armageddon

An Op Ed by John Feffer in Truthout  on Climate Change lays out pretty clearly what we are facing.

We’re in the middle of a sixth mass extinction, and this will be the first one – and possibly the last – we will witness as human beings.

Stating that even some scientists are fairly pessimistic about “end game.”

A subset of environmentalists is already preparing for the end game. In the latest New York Times Magazine, Paul Kingsnorth—the author of the manifesto Uncivilizationconfesses that he has given up trying to save the planet. He rejects false hopes. “You look at every trend that environmentalists like me have been trying to stop for 50 years,” he says, “and every single thing had gotten worse.” He’s heading to the wilderness of Ireland to grow his own food, homeschool his kids, and prepare for the difficult days ahead.

But even here we see an illusion, thinking he and his family can somehow ease the pain of apocalypse.  While Chris Hedges and Dwayne Booth [Mr. Fish] give their views on how we are waging a war on ourselves.

Even this skirts the problem. The right wing is in complete denial and is holding on to some fantasy that has them rising up to heaven – complete with physical body intact. The left was to save itself and maintain the status quo of the fine house, electric appliances and a nice car. All environmentally friendly of course. And nobody wants to deal with over population in a world that has been trashed or truly face the fact that CAPITALISM and competition are the major causes.

Some even convinced that they can survive an economic and environmental apocalypse. They need to read some social history about what that would mean. About the late 19th and early 20th century when getting from A to B could still take days, working from sun up to sun down just to not starve. And health care was to be hospitalized in some hell hole that was little better and cleaner than the school house.

Even the IPCC is no more than a political football and glossed over.The problem is a state of mind. An attitude and avoidance of the truth.

SPOCK: I’ve noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.
MCCOY: Suffer the death of thy neighbour, eh, Spock? You wouldn’t wish that on us, would you?
SPOCK: It might have rendered your history a bit less bloody.

We all live in complete denial of one thing. Our own mortality. And like Eminiar Seven above, have made it neat and painless and hidden it away. We have even hidden it from our very own war machine. Using remote controlled drones and weapons. We have lost touch with our own deaths and in the process lost touch with life itself.

We condemn mass killings and murder and yet are only mildly interested in our own mass suicide.

My mother’s generation is likely the last to truly experience what death really means. Having been through the depression of the 1930s and WWII and disease that likely would kill you. When hospitals were places were people – who could afford it – most likely would die.

Now a days even nurses rarely see people die, let alone family members or friends. You are drugged up and attached to some electronic monitor and sometimes even put into a coma. Like in some Aldous Huxley novel.  This in my opinion is responsible for our lack of compassion for others and a focus on our own immediate desires and comfort above all else.

When faced with anything now that would spell our doom, we either try to ignore it or over react to it in unreasonable ways. Yet still trying to keep hold of our capitalistic status quo or how can we tackle what we are doing to ourselves and still remain arrogant, selfish, self centered pricks.

We can’t. It’s that simple.