...and I feel fine.
Depending on where you stand politically, I'm either an unreconstructed paleoconservative or a bloody-minded anarchist, both of which supposedly subscribe to the Doomsday Times, but I just can't buy into this malaise.
Here's the human race at the pinnacle of its achievement, mechanisms in place to deliver unprecedented prosperity to any who want it, ready to burst from the egg of its home planet, and still there are those who would feel uncomfortable without their homey little Flagellant nirvana of doom and gloom. Piss on them. Let them go have their snit in a corner. If they want to live in some medieval torture chamber of a world, I have no right to tell them they shouldn't, but they need to go do it privately in a closet someplace, okay? We're busy with the future over here.