It probably falls in with the same level of paranoia over Fukushima. Some people claim extreme amounts of radiation escaping from there will kill us all in the near future. Well, the near future has already passed.
Bees pollenate everything. If they all stopped now, then that would be a major F up, crops would fail, livestock would starve & so would we after all that runs out, after a few years. But they won't all die off in one go, & scientists are doing their best to cure this problem. But the problem still exists, for now, so the price of food will keep going up, not good when most countries are severely in debt.
Cheered you up now, aye!
Nature finds a way. Nature always finds a way. After we are dead and gone, nature will find a way. Nature cannot depend on just one species for the survival of millions of other species, can it? I mean, is it logical that one little bee creature is the only creature that can ensure survival and propagation of millions of species? Not logical therefore, it must be wrong. It is just plain wrong, I'll say it again.
Perhaps the flowers will thank us. They have been humiliated for millions of years by bees raping them. Sure, to be PC we call it "pollination" but I see it as rape.
Mother nature is very smart. She did not make our survival or the survival of millions of species dependant upon one little critter we call a bee.
Perhaps if the bees go, nature will find a replacement? Perhaps the bee exerts and nature loving hive hugging morons do not know. Not the first time we were scared to death by idiots. Rachael Carson (Silent Spring) comes to mind. RC can burn in heck, I say.
One clueless fool took away my DDT. RC is why millions of people are dying from problems DDT can safely solve.
It might take eons for something to arrive to replace the bee, however. Thank God I have three cases of canned tomatoes in my bunker, so I'll take smaller bites and I'll bee OK.
Actually, I am planning to eat everything I can using baby seal bone utensils. I am writing this reply with a quill made from the feather of a Bald Eagle. I love two eagle eggs scrambled with toast in the AM.
I do not give a rats red rear about the rest of mankind.
I will likely hop in the Hummer and as I smoke strong cigars while driving past a school filled with kids outside trying to get some fresh air and avoid the school gangs, I'll let the bright lites of my incandescent lighting illuminate the bees in flight as I slaughter them.
I look forward to hearing their final screams.