Two things of note today:
- First, happy rainbow sweetness: The chiropractor says I’m more or less fine. My epic faceplant on the ice tweaked me a little, but not much. It’s not a big deal to the universe but it’s a very welcome event in my little world.
- Second, bitter long awaited relief: Paul Ehrlich is dead. Ehrlich was a grandstanding fuckwit. He spread anxiety and fear like some sort of intellectual vampire. He fed on misery. He twisted everyone’s view of adaptable humans, their fabulous planet, and the nature of humanity on earth. In particular, his bullshit buried Gen X in brutal negativity. He kept it up (despite massive evidence to the contrary) from before I was born all the way until last week when they planted him. The only thing that stopped him was death. His incorrect crap about human starvation was the most wrong that he (or anybody else) possibly could have been. Literally! There was mathematically no way to be any more wrong and no more incorrect timing! Ehrlich’s false inducement of misery pushed the masses into blackpilled doomer hopelessness. Humans could have celebrated the best improvement in food sources in all of humanity’s existence if it weren’t for Ehrlich’s lies. Ehrlich’s was disproven in dozens of measurable ways. He never learned. He never improved his theories. It was all black fates and death with that jackass! He warped at least one and maybe several generations. What he did is evil. When you saw Greta Thunberg gibbering in front of a gullible UN, you were seeing the cost in human life and potential caused by Ehrlich’s poisonous social contagion. His soul is in the hands of God. That’s above my pay grade. But the world of the living is improved with his absence. It will take decades (centuries?) for society to mentally recover from his bad ideas, but the healing starts now.
