“Until such time as Homo sapiens should decide to rejoin nature, some of us can only hope for the right virus to come along.” -David Graber, Los Angeles Times (below)
Bill McKibben, a radical deep ecologist, has been normalized in today’s alarmist, TDS world. He has a regular column in The New Yorker, claiming that man-made climate change is “the most thorough and complete crisis our species and our civilizations have ever faced, one there is no guarantee that we will survive intact.”
I recently came across a book review of McKibben’s deep-ecology manifesto, The End of Nature (Random House: 1989), titled Mother Nature as a Hothouse Flower.
Published in the Los Angeles Times in that year by David Graber (“a research biologist with the National Park Service”), the review was all-in with McKibben’s scary worldview.
Some quotations from Graber’s dark, anti-life review follow:
“Ecosystems do not care what happens to them, but some of us may perceive the changes as a tragic loss of biological richness.”
“We contaminated the planet with atmospheric hydrocarbons and metals beginning with the Industrial Revolution.”
“That makes what is happening no less tragic for those of us who value wildness for its own sake, not for what value it confers upon mankind. I, for one, cannot wish upon either my children or the rest of Earth’s biota a tame planet, a human-managed planet, be it monstrous or–however unlikely–benign.”
“[McKibben and I] are not interested in the utility of a particular species, or free-flowing river, or ecosystem, to mankind. They have intrinsic value–more value to me–than another human body, or a billion of them.”
“Human happiness, and certainly human fecundity, are not as important as a wild and healthy planet.”
“Somewhere along the line–at about a million years ago, maybe half that–we quit the contract and became a cancer. We have become a plague upon ourselves and upon the Earth.”
“It is cosmically unlikely that the developed world will choose to end its orgy of fossil-energy consumption, and the Third World its suicidal consumption of landscape. Until such time as Homo sapiens should decide to rejoin nature, some of us can only hope for the right virus to come along.”
Such is the drivel of a mad-at-the-world fringe. Personal shortcomings are blamed on the system, not themselves. The dispossessed are at odds with, and angry about, self-interested fellow human advancing their lot in modern living. But their thinking must be exposed for its rot for a better future for everyone else.