[All] life on this planet will come to extinction by 2030. The major cause of this extinction will be that the global warming and melting of the ice has triggered a series of feedback loops of toxic gas emissions such as methane and carbon dioxyde which were trapped in the soils and underwaters of the earth by the ice and frost. These feedback loops have already started, are now unstoppable and life on earth is already on its way to extinction. No technology can stop this – especially since male technology is part of the problem and their use and fabrication will only emit more greenhouse gases. Even if men’s system collapsed now, if all men died and we returned back to stone age, it is unstoppable. Unprecedented levels of methane and carbone dioxyde have already been released into the atmosphere because of the warming and the more gas is emitted, the more the planet heats because of the greenhouse effects of the gas, and the more gas is emitted again. Once the air is too intoxicated plants will start dying too and if all or most plants die together, all the carbon dioxyde they sequestered will be released too, which only further intoxicates the air.
Men, homo rapiens, you scum, you filth. There is no word to describe the extent of your evil, you are pure evil, pure lechery. I hate you, how I hate you. In the 250,000 years of your rotten, defunct existence, you have managed to kill 5 million years of life on earth.
Oh noes! The mens have all raped Gaia and she dies, she dies! AHHHHH!
Well, luckily, "Witchwind" is wrong on a few particulars. She's nearly three orders of magnitude wrong on how long life has existed on Earth, and she can't spell carbon or dioxide. But I shouldn't make fun of her, really. Her preliterate educational level shouldn't preclude the possibility that her predickshun that we're all doomed is on-the-money. I wouldn't want to engage in an ad-hominen attack, after all. On the whole, I found the entire 3000 word rant a little anticlimactic and kind of pointless.
I was reminded of the Heaven's Gate cult. The following documentary is long, but worth watching.
Whichwynde says we're all going to die. She goes on and on and, wishing death and dismemberment on all mankind. If only all men, she rhapsodizes, would only pull out their guns, nooses, razors, rat-poison, and other assorted suicide paraphernalia, and exit stage-left...so-to-speak...then women would finally be freed from the stifling patriarchy that's been collectively holding them down in this age-old world-wide male conspiracy to ... you know hold women down, like with men on top of them, even. That way women would at least have this final fifteen years of life left on Earth to complete a bucket list or enjoy underwater activities like clam-diving or something.
(Shhh! This is me, whispering to all the guys. You women might want to skip this part.) At this point I'd just like to defend the men of the world a little bit here. Women think it's so easy! Not only are we men expected to hold the door, buy women dinner, bring home the bacon, and then bring on the discipline because junior acted up at school, but we also have the unwritten, unspoken, unknown, undercover role in society of holding women down. These women stubbornly insist on trying to stand up on their own two dainty little feet—which is hard enough in stiletto heels I might add—but will we let them? No! A thousand times no! We hairy barbarian types, with our testosterone and dangling equipment, are required to sit there on their lumpy chests and bang on their chins with something—in a very undignified way, to add insult to intercourse. It's hard out here for a man. We have to work all day, and then sit on women all night. When do we get some time for ourselves? That's what I'd like to know!
The comments on this insane rant really put it into full context, so be sure to read some of them. Here's one for example:
Sweeties ♡ ♡ ♡ I have known this for a couple of decades now. All we can do as witches is to raise our energy for our re-incarnation on a female planet. Parthenogenesis. It’s a huge Universe, we’re out there in our own Worlds.My my, this is starting to look more and more like Heaven's Gate.
Turning and turning in the widening gyne
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Legs fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere patriarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed menstruation is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned...(Gross!)
The best lick all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity. (I bet they are!)
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand. (Or the third or the fourth!)
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert. (Or the fruit of the loom.)
A shape with lion body and the head of a man, (And you thought she-males were weird!)
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it(slow thighs and gigantic bedonkadonk.)
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. (AKA radical feminists)
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, (rocked by victim of patriarchy)
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,(a man!)
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?(Men rape women the day they're born!)