Is One Man an Existential Threat to All Life On Earth?

It really is not right to even be able to ask such a question. It’s WAY beyond all previous amorality known to humanity where even the most barbaric monsters and invaders of the past were limited in the scope of their barbarity to the localities of their actions. No matter how many villages Genghis Kahn or past warlords or conquering armies pillaged, the damage was limited to the unfortunate souls in their path and those over the next mountain range or sea were likely completely unaffected. No mouse nor deer nor busy beaver nor lion in the jungle had to so much as change a thing they were doing and this was man’s folly alone—that weird furless monkey.

As I write this I am filled with rage that humanity could be so careless to allow the decision to end life on Earth to fall to one small, insecure man who might even be terminally ill and not even concerned for his own life if it could go out in some outrageous historical blaze of “glory” in the most heinous murder-suicide possible. I’m enraged that my own beloved family and friends could find themselves crawling on the ground in terror as shockwaves and radiation washed over them or maybe would be killed instantly or maybe slowly by cancer in a massive epidemic of shattered healthcare and missing doctors and nurses, myself included. This makes me the most wrathful I can possibly feel toward one person…