Here it comes.

It is my believe that its too late.

Its not that we don't have the technological ability.

Its not that we don't have the economic ability.

Its just that we who care are too few, too late.

One fine summer day in the midwest when I was a child of about 10 a friend and I were walking down the street near my house when I saw that a man tending lawns had parked his truck and neglected to set the parking break. While the road was mostly flat, the very slight slope had allowed the vehicle to begin very slowly rolling backwards down the street, toward some unsuspecting trashbags on the curb. The owner of the vehicle was running a string trimmer and was oblivious to the situation as he could not hear my warning cries. I went to the slowly moving truck and mustered all the strength in my then-85lb frame in a futile attempt to slow its course. I was, of course, bowled aside, slowly. I then stood sheepisly by and watched as the truck continued on its way toward the hapless trashbags. A few moments before the collision, which was now as obvious as it had been inevitable, the owner of the truck came dashing down the street in a desperate attempt to stop his lethargicly rampaging equipment. Although he made a valiant attempt, sprinting through the late summer afternoon, he was simply too late. The vehicle collided with the turgid white bags, goring them with a sooty exaust pipe, slowly stretching and tearing asunder their filmy skins before dragging their distorted forms along the cooling black asphault, leaving behind a gory trail of damp coffee grounds and greasy black banana peels

The report.

If you don't feel like reading any of the 2500 pages of the report, which was compiled by 1300 researchers from 92 nations, don't feel bad. Nobody else will either.