One world.

We have but one world.

And it’s not even ours to trash.

We’re only borrowing it from our most loved ones.

It’s theirs, damn it! Get it!?

Not ours. And it’s precious because it’s the only home we’ve got.

We’re putting it on fire. Torching it.

Pyromaniacly precise, we measure how the Global Mean rises.

But we are the mean ones burning down their only home.

Let’s not.

We can stop.


Don’t buy any more oil.


Don’t fill up your gas.


Don’t fly.

Use your brain, go by train.

Join an electric car pool.

Take the sub. Ride the bus. Ride a bike.

That’s what you can do.


They will thank you.


Grafik: Nasa

Per Ribbing, Klimataktions styrelse