My anger with my species comes from my profound love for the countless lives it has carelessly destroyed; obliviously inconsiderate of the terror it must elicit just to *encounter* us. Perpetually in thrall to our selfish greed, subconsciously bent on boundless expansion and control, blithely continuing to furiously shred and burn and flatten — not even really for ourselves alone, but mostly to make room for the dominant occupiers of space: *cars.*
If we're so eager to ensure our own future survival is impossible, you can bet that collectively, we don't care about the lives of anything else. Except for what we can keep as pets or use to do labor, we'll gleefully eliminate entire ecosystems whenever we can invent a way to make others view it as something they need to pay us for "accomplishing."