Sad man on a dying Earth

He is affiliated with an organization. Which one you may ask, well all of them. He is obsessed with the attainment of information. His Saturdays are not spent nonchalantly in front of a television. They are spent on the battle lines of causes, one after another. He is omniscient to the problems facing today's world. A panacea for the problems of today does not exist and therefore the destruction rages on. He is scrupulous when addressing such delicate issues. People do not want to hear the truth and unless delivered correctly, they will not believe it either. The Earth is dying, being destroyed slowly, suffering in silence. People are too supercilious to believe it could be there fault and their actions are not venial. Today's world, although trying, is failing at saving what they have lost. While they attempt to do a "green movement" the other part of the population is indulging in shows such as ax men. The stupidity amongst men is uncanny and the inability to work together for a common cause is pathetic. The man of this story, with his cogent pleas for help, is unheard and beginning to feel that it is time to bequeath his stressful cause to someone else. He is tired and sad, the Earth is dying, people are dying. It may not end tomorrow, next year, or even in the next 100 years, but it will. On the path humanity is taking, they are speeding up their ever impending doom. The man of this tale is hopeless and to be frank, done trying to help those who do not want it.