Earth. October 2014.
The G20 Summit is a gathering of fools.
Come on. Can you really believe that constant economic growth on a wee planet is an answer to anything except the question ‘What is the surest way to destroy human civilisation and take down most species with it?’
These people, who are welded like rust to the lie of progress, are stooges for a failing system that has brought us to the very edge of societal collapse. (Yes, I know you don’t want to hear it.) These (mostly) blokes, with nooses already hanging round their necks, will talk the old talk, desperately shoring up the collapsing edifice with buckets of debt and a gush of spin.
They will speak a non-human language, a syntax of lies; a language that celebrates pollution and defines ecological catastrophe as a by-product of wealth generation and a contributor to GDP.
The G20 is a meeting of fools who support the fairy tale of progress, victims of the Wall Street web they have spun.
But we know it has failed.
Take a step back and look at where we are. We lucky ones, we survive on a burgeoning debt taken against a future that is already bankrupt. Humanity consumes 25 per cent more (and rising) of the world’s resources than the Earth can replace. And economic growth can fix this? No, the economic system created this mess.
The fiction of progress, which entails humanity’s separation from nature, has been exposed and is there for us all to see. Ecocide is not a good look. Not when you understand the basics of Humanity 101: We are part of the natural world and depend on it, Stupid.
We lucky ones, we talk about sustainability and watch Q&A. We go to protests and then for coffee. With our green philosophies and organic wine, we scratch that annoying itch that never goes away, gaining momentary relief. But the green movement, like everything else that has stood in the way of the great deception, has been absorbed into the system, adding just a bit of colour where needed to keep the delusion active; to keep a false hope alive, to keep us all in line.
But sometimes, in a quiet moment away from the shrill ululation of modern society, we feel a shiver scamper through us like a frightened wallaby; we feel the hot breath of reality raise the hairs on our neck; we feel the darkness upon us.
We live in the shadow of an awful reality: It’s over.
This past year – despite the talk, the protests, the science – humans have poured more carbon into the atmosphere than ever before, the rising global temperature already fingering the methane gas trigger that will blast us to hell.
Animals are disappearing, forests are shrinking, the oceans are turning acid… well, we all the know the rave.
Led by fools who can say ‘Coal is good for humanity’ without cracking a grin, the last resistance to the awful truth mounts its most desperate and dangerous denial even as the whole bloody thing comes tumbling down. But still we stay blind, because it’s just too much…
The unlucky ones, they already see.
Their homes under the coconut palms are drowned in a rising ocean; their rice paddies in the delta salted by the encroaching tides; their jungles flattened, rivers toxified, seas dying.
Let’s get real. It isn’t progress. It isn’t.
And the fools are coming to Brisbane to talk their nonsense, to sell the toxic fraud to the fearful, to buy just a bit more time until the inevitable collapse makes such gatherings impossible.
There. I feel better. Freed from hope.