The Doomsday Clock is basically a drama queen’s version of a calendar — designed not to tell time, but to scream “We’re all gonna die!” once a year. Dreamed up by the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists back in 1947, it was probably meant to be a smart symbolic gesture. But let’s be honest — it’s turned into a gimmick. An intellectual scarecrow. Nothing more.
Every year they announce, with straight faces, that the clock has moved 10 seconds closer to midnight. And the media laps it up like it’s the second coming. “Only 90 seconds to doom!” Yeah? And what are we supposed to do with that? Panic quietly in the kitchen? Plant a tree? Buy a bunker?
These so-called scientists act like they’re the high priests of global anxiety. But they don’t offer real solutions, they just tweak imaginary clock hands and expect applause. Meanwhile, the actual world is burning, bombs are falling, people are starving — and you’re telling me a metaphorical clock is supposed to make a difference?
It’s performative. A feel-good gesture for people who want to seem concerned without doing anything meaningful. Real problems don’t need symbolic clocks, they need action. But hey, maybe next year they’ll set it to 1 second before midnight and finally feel like they matter.
