Not Chuffed
Scientists: they hold the keys to the kingdom. They may be prehistoric men of fashion, men who generally know more about the Moon than they do about hair-rollers—and I am willing to bet 95% of them think GHD is a chemical compound—but we’d be in dire straits without them–or would we, actually? Who knows. We were doing fine before science came along. Our biggest hassle was probably finding meat and staying warm, both things which our bodies were more than specialized in doing. Now where are we with all our technology? We’re in trouble is where. The ‘cleverer’ we get the more trouble we make, and the more trouble we make the less we are willing to concede we are the ones doing it. So for all our science and answers, it is all a bit of a mess, isn’t it? The least we can do is sort it out. Except nobody wants to, and if you believe we didn’t cause all this damage, then you’ll believe anything–
So a few solutions come to light: we could just get rid of the scientists all at once, which is extremely tempting, or we could make them all go out into the world (without their amazing instruments that allow them to monitor everything from a hundred miles away) and force them to see it FIRST-hand. Until then we all have to do our bit, and providing we know what’s up, we are all capable of doing that.