When I hear that the kids want to make the world a safe-space, I want to grab them by the throat and tell them to wake up. The Universe is filled with almost unimaginable violence. The Day the Dinosaurs Died.
The asteroid was vaporized on impact. Its substance, mingling with vaporized Earth rock, formed a fiery plume, which reached halfway to the moon before collapsing in a pillar of incandescent dust. Computer models suggest that the atmosphere within fifteen hundred miles of ground zero became red hot from the debris storm, triggering gigantic forest fires. As the Earth rotated, the airborne material converged at the opposite side of the planet, where it fell and set fire to the entire Indian subcontinent. Measurements of the layer of ash and soot that eventually coated the Earth indicate that fires consumed about seventy per cent of the world’s forests. Meanwhile, giant tsunamis resulting from the impact churned across the Gulf of Mexico, tearing up coastlines, sometimes peeling up hundreds of feet of rock, pushing debris inland and then sucking it back out into deep water, leaving jumbled deposits that oilmen sometimes encounter in the course of deep-sea drilling.
The damage had only begun.
I know you hated science in high-school, and you would have avoided it in college if they didn’t force to take Physics for Poets, or whatever it was called…. But go ahead and read the whole thing. You might learn something, and I promise it won’t hurt. Well, maybe just for a minute. (Hat tip to View From The Porch.)