'I'm Not a Catastrophist'

The late Michael Crichton, patiently listening to Charlie Rose's stupid questions and then trying to explain logic, evidence, and reality to him:

The desire of hysterical Chicken Littles for the End Times, the Rapture, or just plain The End never diminishes, and a legion of snake-oil salesmen—many of them in the media— are happy to service the demand for panic porn. Plus, there's a sucker born every minute to keep the carnival barkers in the well-upholstered "prophecy" business.