End Days For The Human Race

What a glorious morning it is in Melbourne Town. How beautiful nature truly is. To all those people who are concerned about planet earth, don't be. It is not the planet that is in its end days, it is us. Too stupid not to poison our own nest, too stupid to look after each other. We are the goners. What is there to save, I ask you? Half starving, half bloated. The 20th Century, the golden days of the human race. Over. Our halcyon years are behind us. Our parents and our parents parents lived in the golden era. If car design is any guide, and I say it is, we peaked in 1958/1959, roughly 150 years after industrialisation and roughly 150 years after that we'll be gone. So, stop you whinging and ya carry on, and your meanness to your fellow man and enjoy the last 94 years of the human race, it will all be gone in a blink of an eye. 150 years after that, and there will be no trace of us left.

2259. "Nothing to report," says the worker cockroach to his benevolent overlord Mantis.