We're doomed. I've known for a few years that a Daansgard-Oechsger event is, sooner or later, going to make our
petty problems look like a game of hopscotch. I dearly hope that I don't live to see it. It seems that glossy scandal sheets like the
New Yorker have finally picked up on the news, so there's no point in keeping it to myself anymore.
Now would be a good time to talk about death: Death of the individual, Death of the species, and particularly, Death of Civilization as we know it.
Discuss.