it's the end of the world as we know it
I think we've gotten to a point as a society where we know the end is nigh. I mean I can just imagine in my head as if in a movie or televsion show, some guy stuck on the freeway driving to a job he hates, listening to the radio when the announcer comes on and says '...and scientists have determined that the world will end at 8:30pm Eastern Time on Such and Such Day on This Or That Month, Next Year'. And in this pantomime play of mine, our titular hero simply mutters '...figures...' and keeps driving to work. That, I think, is where the collective imagination of the first world is at the moment.