"Doctor Zero,” on Avatar:

This is a suicide fantasy, exactly like those many of us indulge as teenagers: we’re so much wiser, smarter, and empathic than the bummer adults running the world around us.  They don’t understand the mystic truth burning in our young hearts.  They’ll be sad when we’re gone, and they’ll finally realize how righteous we were.  They’ll finally understand their grim obsession with money and material goods is soul-crushing, because they’ll be standing over the pulverized dust of our radiant souls.  Death and tragedy will tear the scales from their eyes.

The can of holistic whup-ass opened by the magical world of Pandora at the end of Avatar comes from the same grocery of doom that supplies George Monbiot and Polly Toynbee with their nightmares.  ...Understand they don’t really believe those things will happen – no one is stupid enough to believe the twaddle about submerged cities dispensed by the global-warming cult.  They want those things to happen.  They daydream about glaciers melting and creating tidal waves that deposit soggy clumps of coral reef and rainforest in the middle of London.  They shudder with orgasmic delight as they imagine drowning capitalists and politicians coughing out a spray of ice water, dodging the enraged polar bears swept into Fleet Street by the morning tide, and crying "George!  Polly!  You were right!  You were right all along, and we were so blind…  Save us!”  But it will be too late, and George and Polly will only be able to fold their arms and blaze with smug satisfaction, glowing bright enough to remain clearly visible as they sink into the frigid depths.

Not suicide fantasy — genocide fantasy.

The Monbiots, Toynbees, and Camerons don’t want to die.  They want those people to die — the ones who get in the way of their perfect society.  They want us to die.

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