I think we can all agree that this year has not turned out like any of us thought, right? Who would’ve predicted murder hornets? Not me, certainly. I had my money on “plagues of locust,” but then I’m old school.
Needless to say, I didn’t win this round of Apocalypse Bingo.
I have higher hopes for my “2020 Global Meltdown” predictions. I’m betting heavily that the next crisis will be triggered by worldwide communication blackouts, caused by solar flare eruptions bathing the earth in catastrophic levels of X-Ray and Extreme Ultraviolet (EUV) radiation. Either that, or a toner cartridge shortage. I mean, look what happened when we couldn’t get toilet paper for a few days.
So is 2020 the end of the human story?
Not at all. Humanity doesn’t go out like this. Mankind doesn’t go out like the dinosaurs, staring stupidly into the fiery headlights of an on-coming cataclysm.
No, my friend, we humans go out the same way we came in—crying like entitled babies while simultaneously shitting ourselves. At least, that’s what I have my money on.