Some of us, most of us were born under a cloud (mushroom cloud) of existential threat. You need to chill a little.

This statistic is burned into my neurons, and it keeps me up at night with dilated pupils and sweaty palms.

I hope that is hyperbolic because that kind of stress is unhealthy.

Say the Serenity Prayer and breathe.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.

Save the outrage and flat out rage for when the ground is fertile for the needed change. If you wear yourself out now who is going to move us forward on the right path when the population is ready.

They will not be ready until the effects are more noticeable and while you might think it will be too late then. That does not matter we need a plan for what to do then to save what we can.

TEK