ITS NO RUMOR this growing economy on our shrinking planet has no future, unless we change from this macho-money-growing, ecocidally malignant, self-doomed cancer cell to a benign, evergreen, long-living tumor -- or is Earth's fate to be as desolate as its lunar landscape?

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