The desperate bastards are at it again. They are climbing into little boats, with no possessions, looking for refuge across the wine dark sea. On our beaches, we have armed newspapers and politicians, screaming at them to go back to their holiday on the burning island.
#Rhodes
Saddened to hear that Thwaites, the great icy buttplug down south is having a bad day and nobody cares. Behind it a deluge, a prolapse of sheets, a surge of excited ice. All coming soon to your cities and your beaches.
Among the flora and fauna in a burning world the murder apes could not see that they knew fuck all. Some danced, jabbering and festive in the mud, while others crawled in the fiery embers of libraries, reading between the flames. Dead phones prayed to the sky. No messages came.
Sure, weather weirding will freak us out and kill plenty and methane decantation will degrade the atmosphere and water wars will bring out the big guns but really it'll be good old reliable famine that'll kick our asses. Don't even think of growing food unless you have an army.
If doomers annoy you, you're a denier. If you know all the science and are not a doomer, you're a denier. If you believe humanity will rise against doom, you're a denier. If you grifted for hopium and in a wild wind, decide to grift for doom, you're a denier, a liar and a cheat.
Doomers only have to be right once. The hopium brigades have to be right every day. And every day, they are losing ground and material to the Doomer assault.
I am both appalled and delighted at the exponential growth of Doom. I did like it when a smart few stood against the slings and arrows of the moronic many but I think maybe I like it better when the battalions of doom assemble, fearless and indomitable, and roar against the fools
The Doom Revolution is unique in that it promises nothing, offers nothing and will deliver nothing. But it stands on integrity and an unpopular and ferocious truth telling. And that is something, not much, but something. Before the nothing.
You are a peaceful protester sitting in the road when a driver drags you by the hair to the pavement and beats you viciously. A week later you are out of hospital and walking in the rain when a flash flood arrives and your attacker is clinging to the roof of his car. Do you help?
Were there even the flimsiest evidence that humanity might reverse its headlong rush to extinction, then I too might castigate the doomers. But waffle and hopium and fatuous appeals to idiots seem not to be working. Maybe by COP 456? Maybe by bringing science into more disrepute?
The climate horse has bolted but do not fear for soon we shall build imaginary stables with imaginary doors and to those doors we shall fit imaginary locks.
In an evolutionary blink we went from wondering where the sun went at night to sending a rocket sunwards. We found out all kinds of shite but never developed a grand unified theory for how we might live companionably on a speck and share it with the others. And now it's too late.
I have noticed a growing tendency for doomers to be a bit, I dunno, a bit negative. C'mon people, we're better than that. I'm only here for the japes and quips and flanter. Let's be happy doomers, full of the joys and splendour of the world. Tell us lies, lots of comforting lies
Nothing will be done because nothing can be done. Plant more trees? So we can choke our cities as they burn? Just stop oil? So the clean skies more easily admit the murdering sun? Return to the stone age? And find the stones all ground for concrete? We are animals without habitat
You may find yourself a doomer of the spectrum, from extreme to soft, or a doomer of the category, eco-doomer, political doomer, psychological doomer, emotional doomer or doomer of the second law. Know you will be welcome in the doom room. Our doors are locked. There are no exits
With power, food and water disrupted, the radio announces rationing, martial law and curfews. The heat and storms are unrelenting. The dead lie unburied and the zoos and sanctuaries are gutted. Feral armies murder those with larders. For a glorious few months we are ourselves.
Scientists and academics and commentators who now admit to feeling a bit scared about climate collapse continue to ignore or refute the doomer analysis. That's OK. Doom never wavers. Doom is the singularity. All will come to us and soon.
Do you remember the good old days, a few years ago, when all the scientists were warning us about 2100? And only a few idiot doomers were howling obscenities at their grilled windows? I remember those days like they were yesterday.
They built an earth sized prison with vicious guards and rules
And cells for all the dreamers, and cells for all the fools.
They hoarded all the lovely stuff but as far as we could tell
The god of growth they worshipped was just a cancer cell.
Those of us who take a more integrated and holistic view of extinction have always looked beyond the world of graphs and recorded measurements, into the dark heart of the angry ape. And in that mirror we see only the spineless victim or the psychotic delinquent.
If you are reading this and you don't believe we are fucked then you are the reason we are fucked and your appealing to your fellow fools will be amusingly fatuous.
We are doomed, not by the malignancy of the few, but by the complacency of the many. Doomed by those who believe their morality has legal status. Doomed by those who refuse to see a world outside their primate entitlement. Doomed by our opposable thumbs, our linguistic dexterity.
Spare a thought for the ultra doomers. Those who for years have been vilified, ridiculed, marginalized and excluded from all polite society but who remained strong and true to the last. And should you meet us on some blasted heath, give us a punch in the face. It's expected.
Traditionally, poor people do starvation very well whereas rich people are most reluctant. However, a general absence of food may change the normal dynamic.
Hope is essential for our species. For with hope we can vanquish both intelligence and reality and go blindly into the world as the most crazed, violent, omnicidal and delusional species on the planet.
The doomer narrative represents a fusion of the best of contemporary science, psychology and philosophy. That it is not more commonly accepted can be put down to the fact that most people are clueless fucking morons. This is OK, as it lies at the heart of doomerism.
In a burning world people just need to chill and forget about mickey mouse mitigation schemes and actually welcome extinction with the kind of brutal stoicism that would make Marcus Aurelius blush.
By controlling the media, the governments, and the industrial sector, the super rich have organized the extinction of the biotic world. So forgive me if I don't break down tearfully at the sub sob story. That money could have done some other good thing.
It will be the ferocity of the final assault that will dismember our psychological comforts. We will run from country to country, town to town and room to room but the storms will find us and the heat will defuse the bombs of our entitlement. We will envy those in the abattoir.
We partied and we feasted and ignored all silly notions
About the burning of the forests and the boiling of the oceans.
Our trinkets and our children lost, despite our wealth and rages
To the quiet ones who sit alone and monitor the guages.
For those unfortunate enough to survive the first wave of collapse, VOID have prepared some useful foraging tips. Please remember that ALL mushrooms are edible. (some only once)
I am a snob in the abattoir of doom. I'm pissing myself. (with laughter) Watching dumb fucking animals stand patiently in line for the slaughter. Their big weepy eyes and their fat bodies slouch slowly forward. I get a smack, move quickly. Fuck, nearly lost my place in the queue.
To paraphrase Upton Sinclair; It is difficult for a person to understand Doom when their status and salary depend upon them not understanding it. Such people kick doomers while accepting from the real villains their book deals, their TV appearances, their quango jobs and flights.
That nagging feeling, I dunno, the feeling that maybe we won't make it, because of, you know, evidence and shit, yeah, that feeling, you gotta nurture it.
Good morning, Doomer, and congratulations. You are the last living thing on the crazed blue bauble. You have two hours before the biotic world blinks for the last time. Choose one thing for remembrance or consolation or laughter. Tell us.
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today, in the Great Vault of the VOID, to celebrate, amidst the chaos and confusion, the elegance and purity of Doom. Our first reading is from the 2nd. Book of Doom. (In a Belfast accent) Everything is truly fucked, so it is. Amen.
What we need to do is stop bullshitting people by telling them what we need to do when what we need to do is so obviously preposterously undoable in this or any other credible paradigm.
Even today, people are looking to experts for solutions and analysis. The same experts who will tell you how surprised they are, how events are not at all what they'd imagined, how much worse things are. You should have listened to mad people and poets. They were laughing at you.
The following incontrovertible facts have been discovered by VOID pollsters.
Doomers have more fun.
Doomers are more smartier.
Doomers are better lovers.
Doomers are better haters.
Doomers have better hats.
Doomers have all the answers.
We were dumb as fuck. Too stupid to know we were dumb, too dumb even to know we were freaks with our peace, love and understanding bullshit. We deserved our every betrayal, and there were many. And still we believed, still we were dumb as fuck and fit only for death.
Overwhelmed by events, the dim, the disinterested and the deniers adapt to the terrible beauty of another reality. But in the swirling snail shells of giddy minds, they manufacture hopium, magically thinking their faces and their placards will not melt under the relentless sun.
To the 5 stages of Doom,
(denial/anger/bargaining/depression/acceptance), Uber-Doomers have added chuckling for it speaks to the cosmic prank played on an unsuspecting and credulous humanity. We are not monsters, our moral ego is just subservient to our depraved intellect.
Some think I'm a doomer because I see the biotic world as a random and highly anomalous fusion of physical and chemical elements which spawned a murder ape whose fossil fuelled exponential destruction of the shared blue bauble led to annihilation. But I'm just peeved mostly.
Anybody else think the IPCC is just a big jolly? That the right people are never asked because the right people would never attend? That attendance confirms acceptance for the status quo? That the next IPCC meeting will confirm it as the ghastly wankfest we knew it to be?
Doomers are like dead canaries in the mine. People look at us and say we're lazy, we should be digging with them. We just go on being dead. But inside we're singing.
@edgarrmcgregor
Used to be doctors wouldn't deliver a terminal diagnosis as they felt it would not benefit the patient. But when they spoke to people they discovered patients wanted to know the truth. Time to process, accept and tidy up things.
We are doomed, not by the malignancy of the few but by the complacency of the entitled many. Those who believe in hope, who believe their belief is in itself, meritorious. Hope is not a strategy but a brutal abnegation of reality.
@h1w0rld
There is a lively doomer community, but be advised, it's not for wimps! For people who have processed the four stages and are chilling in the acceptance mode. We don't do doom denial or hopium.
Doom is not a cheap suit worn casually. Cut open a doomer and you will see that the doom goes deep, all the way down to where you would normally find a soul. And doom is not cheap. It costs a lot, like a good suit.
If anything, doomers are incentivising activism, not preventing it. We love to see the young march to war and have even prepared some songs for them. I don't know how far it is to Tipperary but according to Ian who has a lovely castrato voice (chainsaw accident!), 'tis a long way
They all lie. The oil people lie about a future of engineered excellence. The vote people lie about our collective common sense. The protest people lie about the mythical land beyond oil. Because the doomers are not selling you a future they can be disregarded by the liars.
The anomalous lights are going out. Still, we will dance in the dark, hoping, as night ends in the starry cellar, to find a magic switch and plunge ourselves into the manic light. There never was a switch, just the relentless grinding of space and time and nonsense.
@BowesChay
@CharlieFlanagan
@MichealMartinTD
They did a good job looking away as the B-specials, the RUC, the UDR, and the British army ran amok in the north. They can see Ukraine clearly but couldn't see what was happening up the road?
Black hatted doomers whose lumpen heads are shrouded and swaddled in mayhem and ennui are never invited to posh society parties. Sad really. Honest to fuck, we are mighty craic. All together. Why deny us the joy of telling you where to stick your party? You people are animals.
Climate change is violent, chaotic and unpredictable. Social change is the same. In both cases, look to the violent, corrupt kleptocrats, not to the kids on the streets.
Doomers would be quite happy if their message was used to prevent climate activism. It would mean parents telling their children they have no future and perhaps apologizing for having them. But sadly, people won't do this. They lie. About reality and about doom.
One of the most amusing things is watching serious academics express concern and incredulity at the response to climate breakdown by political and business leaders. It really shows how fucking dumb most academics are. Really fucking dumb. Dumb as their salaries paid them to be.
It is a joke of cosmic hilarity that 8 billion simians will stampede over the extinction cliff because they are unable or unwilling to effectively challenge the power of rich, unelected businessmen and media barons.
Doomers are not groomers. In fact we're notoriously choosy about who we let join our exclusive band. In Ireland, VOID have some very tough entry requirements with prospects having to answer 3 hard questions. 1- Are you doomy? 2- Are you really doomy? 3- Really, really doomy?
Your stupidity won't save you.
Your intelligence won't save you.
Your strength won't save you.
Your weakness won't save you.
Your despair won't save you
Nor will your hope.
You can only choose to be, or not to be, a lonely witness to a random murder in some trivial galaxy.
Doom is so on-trend right now that some of us old doomers are pissed off that our carefully nurtured small numbered community risks being quite eclipsed by huge numbers of young doomers crashing our rarefied party. Room in the doom room for all, I say. More the merrier!
We are a failed species. We believe the idiocy of the many trumps the wisdom of the few and we ratify this belief in an unassailable convention called democracy. At the polls we clamour angrily for our annihilation. Tears run down the faces of the few. No one knows why we laugh.
Their every deflection is a projection, their every accusation an admission. Were the psychologically and philosophically timid to lose their cowardice they would praise and not pillory the doomers. But I will hold neither my breath nor my tongue. This ends here, soon.
The Doom Deniers are plentiful. And like the climate change deniers, they use the same playbook. Page 1 - Denial. 2 - Anger. 3 - Bargaining. 4 - Depression. 5 - Acceptance. Quite fun to watch them being dragged from stage to stage.
Horrifying news for all doomers on today April 1st. with a new report confirming that everything is going to be fine. For advice, support and counselling, please get in touch with your local doomer representatives.
Apart from a few meadows and orchards, the world is a burning dumpster filled with sewage and tattered plastics by the murderous swamp apes. Excitedly, they trundle it down the black boreen of nothingness to some inconsequential cosmic riot of oblivion.
VOID conducting a survey to guess when the fixer-uppers, the hopium freaks and the dreamy kids get with the doom programme. Be a real shame if they left it to the last moment and missed the smugness of being right.