Getting Pollyanish about saving the environment

Sometimes a person can get unaccountably optimistic.
A lifelong Pollyana until about 7:35 p.m. on Nov. 8, 2016, I could be happy-go-lucky with the best of them. People are starving? Fortunately, in the form of berries and prickly pears, food grows by the roads, was my annoying attitude much of the time.
Sobered up since then, of course. Rolled with the punches. But, still. The punches.
Last week I returned to that power-of-positive-thinking nonsense in a Crazytown way because of news about, of a