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Jeez, ...hyperventilate much? Take deep slow breaths. Nothing sadder, as a "breeder" than limiting yourself to one offspring and seeing them fail to reproduce. All these estimates and predictive curves are based on a non-catastrophic future. ...and past. Take a look at a picture of the planet—Saharasia is a blight. (I blame it on a nuclear exchange in antiquity, else cattle overgrazing) If desertification is rolled back (and eating red meat) the planet's ability to sustain an increasing percentage (half empty) or mass (half full) of humanity only increases.
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I'm not hyperventilating.
Yes, there are many things sadder than not producing a litter. Have you seen the obese, stupid-looking creatures that are?
Now THAT is sad.
What is this about "capacity". Have you not read anything I wrote? Quietude, congestion... ring a bell? QUALITY of life is as important or even moreso than QUANTITY. How far out in the sticks must I be forced to relocate to get away from the hoards of idiots? Even when you are out in the sticks, that is no guarantee that you won't have to listen to some idiot with an engine or a gun or whatever it may be.
Tell me about what purpose it serves to load 'er right up to full capacity. It must be awesome. This ought to be good.
How do you know when full capacity has been reached? When people are eating dirt and starving to death? (Oh... wait... they do that now.) When there isn't a square inch anywhere without some ding-dong on it? When the only form of mammalian life left is human? When?