This one is not going to be funny

I came across this little movie on the glorious web today;
http://www.yikers.com/video_animals_vs_humans.html

And at first, I had a feeling of righteousness. I like animals way, waaaaay better than I like humans anyways, and this is a good example of some of the animal kingdoms getting their own back.
Getting their own back a bit.
And a very small bit at that.

And then it made me very... very sad. And very angry.

Because if we are fair, most animals we see in that movie will die. Are, even, already dead. The dog biting the television presenter? More than 70% chance it will have been put down within three hours after shooting. The elephants goring people? Most likely killed before their "victim" breathed their last breath. The bulls were mostly bull-fighting and therefore in all probability drugged to within an inch of their lives anyways. The fact that adrenaline and pure blind luck combined into a squoeshed toreador does not mean the beast will live.
There is even a good chance the bear, the gator, the horse and the killer whale in theSeaworld-type setting will be put down, allthough these animals are incredibly expensive. Which in itself is saddening... being expensive is the only way to survine taking your anger out on humanity? Explains why some of us have no qualms about the death penalty, after all, humans cost jack-shit.

I feel truly and socially ineptly happy that I am a white male, from a good and upstanding family, having received a good education, in a good job. Because it means I am worth money, which means that when I snap, I have a good chance of not being put down immediately.
I meant every single word of that last two sentences. Apart from the word "because". I am happy about the things mentioned because they give me a chance to live a life as I want to do. The simple fact that I would've been well within my right to say and mean the last part as well makes it all the more likely that I will, someday, snap.

We live in a world decided by simple laws of evolution, the stronger one lives, the weaker dies. The fastest animals, the most poisonous, the strongest, the teethiest, the ones with horns, these animals are designed by nature to survive over those without teeth, horns, poison, strength of speed.
Guess what, folks, humans are animals without speed, strength, horns, poison or any sort of really usable weaponry. Suuure, we adjusted by finding animals that were easily to domesticate and by inventing weaponry, and more power to us, I say. Evolution is a good thing. In the same light I used to say that humans can't really do anything that goes against evolution, because quite simply all that it entails is getting to the top rung of a ladder we have only the vaguest conception of.

But this evolution has placed me, and my generation with me, in an strange position.
The things happening to our world right now, global warming, decaying glaciers, species going extinct, are all processes we are about 75 years too late in fixing, and also processes we aren't likely to see most effeects of.
Research has proven that we missed our window of opportunity in most world scale problems by about seventy years. All we can now do is limit or delay the damage somewhat, but we also have to understand that the polar ice WILL be gone. Tigers WILL cease to populate the forests, as will panda's. But because we are working hard-ish on delaying it, they will most likely do so in about a hundred years or so.

I am 25 years old. My cells and molecular structure is designed to rapidly deteriorate after 125 years, if I make it that long. Which means that I might see the last Bengal Tiger in captivity. I might have a chance to weep over the news that the last of the great turtles cannot lay fertile eggs in controlled environments. I will have a chance to see clones upon sadly deformed and dying clones of sheep before we decide that it will never be possible to resurrect the Indian Elephant from the last cells of the last bull. (Elephant bulls, that is)
On the same note, living well and looking both ways before I cross the street will give me a chance to be one of the last people out of Venice. This time not because cholera is overtaking the streets, but because the streets are going to be taken over by the sea soon.
I will be able to stand at the rubble of the leaning tower, see what water and heat has done for the Taj Mahal, shudder looking at a London partly submerged in a Thames several sizes too big.

But I will not live to see the real consequences of all of the above. I will not see the population of Gaur and Buffalo rise and overgraze the countryside, with it's own set of problems. I will not see bamboo choke the forests, or watch how shoals of fish become overabundant. I will not see sea grass overgrown, and die, taking with it a mass of species of small fish, not to mention rot and pollute the world's oceans.

And this, even though I can lively imagine all of the above, is exactly what makes environmental health a topic that is strangely far from me. All my best intentions are dwarfed by the sheer helplessness I feel looking at the world around me, and the fact that I won't be really hurt by what is happening. Sure, the sheer waste of seeing some of humanities' most beautiful buildings crumble will hurt, a little, but I won't see my world chance all that much, I don't walk past the colosseum that often anyways, and I think I will only miss the idea of the building much more than the building itself.

The movie this started with had a number of comments on different sites where it is shone about how mother nature gets her own back, how animals can take their revenge. And I agree, mother nature might win this battle, sure. I only hope that someday soon humans will stop seeing their interaction with everything around them as a war.

Meh, I've tired myself out here, next time I'll go for a lighter subject, but this was rattling inside my head right now and needed to get out. I need a hug, or someone to tell me everything will be allright.