Dracula does not respond. He is too busy pissing.

Eastern coachwhip (Masticophis flagellum f.) in Missouri, U.S.

It will never not be absolutely fucking sickening to me that the cost of implementing the measures necessary to prevent climate change from killing us all in 50 years, the financial cost of saving the lives of everyone and everything on Earth, is always, always part of the discussion. What cost!! What fucking cost could there be that is too high for preventing the world from burning?? Are you fucking insane?? What's wrong with you?? "Oh we can't do that, it's too expensive :((((" More expensive than every living thing on the planet suffering and dying??

Regardless, it's hardly as if the money isn't there, we know who has it.

Any one of these ghoulish cunts could solve all of our problems in a heartbeat and instantly become the most beloved person in history, but every single one of them wakes up every day and decides not to, and apparently we're supposed to just be fine with it. We're supposed to just shrug and be like OH IT'S THEIR MONEY? THAT'S ALRIGHT THEN.

Well, I'm not. I'm not fine with it, I've never been fine with it, and I suspect that you haven't either, dear reader. I am not "fine" with the rest of us dying a slow, painful, miserable collective death because of this shitty little handful of shrewhearted fucks.

I don't care what you do. Just do something. Write to somebody, call them or show up at their offices, attend a protest, whatever.