Fellow skeptical blogonaut,
Feeling a bit demoralized? A bit Sisyphean—perpetually cursed to schlepp the rock of science against the gravity of popular delusion? Like a prophet without honor in his own village? A kind of anti-Cassandra, a boy who howls in the wind about the lack of wolf, only to watch supposed grownups busily booking their flights to the next Parisian wolf-mitigation junket?
It happens to the best of us, especially of a Sunday. Heck, it’s happening to me now (which is weird, because I felt fine a couple of paragraphs ago).
Yes, we are a tiny community, at least online. But we matter. For every one of us—you might call us the high-information, engaged, opinion-leading skeptics—there are a thousand lower-information, less-engaged opinion followers who wouldn’t even know it was permissible to question The Science out loud if we didn’t do so first.
You probably thought it was a pointless waste of energy and friends every time you dared express skepticism at a party or social gathering. But someone heard you, and the seed of denial was planted (and lo, it was fertile soil, for the claims of The Science were so hard to take seriously to begin with). They didn’t say anything to you or anyone else in the room, but that’s because they’re low-information, disengaged opinion followers. Rest assured, their dissensus did become manifest one day. And I can tell you exactly where they were when it happened: they were at their nearest polling place.
Perhaps they even abandoned Labor, Labour, the Democratic Party or local equivalent out of disgust at The Left’s embrace of pseudoscience. I know I did.
Back in Game of Thrones times, when Latin was the lingua franca of the educated class everywhere (except, ironically, Latin America), I’d probably have told you: Nolite te carbonistas carborundum! Don’t let the capnophobic junketeers and scientific junkophiles grind you down.
But today there is no educated class, so I’ll just have to quote the handsome words of our favorite climate-change-based historical drama:
Less demoralized now?
You’re welcome. It was nothing, really. I guess moralizing has always come naturally to me.