Shouldn’t the Union of “Concerned” Scientists Be Ramping It Up A Few Notches At This Point?

The other day I got yet another mailing from the Union of Concerned Scientists (versus the Union of Unconcerned Scientists–they’re out playing golf, hitting the bar afterwards, driving around in their Hummers, spraying pesticides wherever the hell they want…they’re a bunch of assholes).

The organization was founded in 1968 by MIT science faculty, no doubt many of them have since gone atomic, as in died…the point being, the Union of Concerned Scientists have been “concerned” about 50 years and well, things are a lot worse…

I am suggesting they ramp it up a few notches to reflect the pending reality of our planetary “situation”. Here are some possibilities (note: if not already added, “alcoholic” can be added to any listed below).

JUST ADDED! (Thanks Sci Fri!)– Union of Terrified Scientists
Union of Panic-stricken Scientists
Union of Angst-Ridden Scientists
Union of Anxious Scientists
Union of Perturbed Scientists
Union of Bothered Scientists
Union of Troubled Scientists
Union of Distressed Scientists
Union of Uneasy Scientists
Union of Desperate Scientists
Union of Frustrated Scientists
Union of Depressed Scientists
Union of Depressed Alcoholic Scientists
Union of Depressed, Frustrated, Alcoholic Scientists
Union of Depressed, Frustrated, Desperate, Alcoholic Scientists
Union of ‘I Can’t Sleep At Night’ Scientists
Union of “Hey, I’ve Got Grand-kids!” Scientists
Union of ‘Hello, Anyone? We’re Freaking Out Over Here?’ Scientists
Union of ‘We’re Fucked’ Scientists
Union of ‘Smoke ‘Em if Ya’ Got ‘Em’ Scientists
Union of ‘What Will the Evolution of Humans Into Subterranean, Cave-dwelling Creatures Be Like?’ Scientists
Union of “We’re Looking For Another Planet Very Quickly” Scientists
and my personal favorite: The Union of Pissed Off Scientists.

Any one will do but will any one do…anything about it? This is the real question.

Hint: we could reject the current paradigm, demand change immediately, and stop driving our cars, like, tomorrow. Tomorrow.

(Oh but the car industry…whose tentacles reach out…)

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