Unentitled Opinion

In this post I am going to make a half-hearted attempt to give a fair assessment, as far as that is possible considering my ponderous lack of objectivity, of our current state of discombobulation. I won't go so far as to assert that my conclusions are based on anything deeper than my experience as an observer of my fellow humans for nearly 8 decades. When it comes to matters concerning our very survival, it won't do to become overly tangled up in such issues as scientific analyses, moral obligations, legal issues, and other things that one would ordinarily examine in times of less existential threats than those that now confront us.

We face a number of serious hazards as we go about our daily business, while basically ignoring all of them. You already know what the more commonly agreed upon dangers are: the decline of the West, if not civilization itself, the realization that democracy doesn't have the staying power that we had previously supposed, starvation, thirst, and global resource depletion, global warming and its resulting environmental disasters, enculturated racism, a universal lack of purpose, and not last, the psychological problems wrought by alienation and man's inhumanity to man.

Floating above and overriding this flotsam of detritus is an ineluctable realization that if our lives mean so little to our erstwhile and present fellow beings and our leaders, what hope is there for the human race, let alone for the individual?

Well, not that much, I would proffer. There is one tiny glimmer of sunshine, though, relatively speaking: as heretofore mentioned, I've been an observer of my specious species for nearly 8 decades.