We've all been wrong on this whole rainforest issue. We don't need to SAVE the rainforest. We need to DESTROY the rainforest. Immediately. 
 I knew that the Amazon was a hostile environment, but I was really shocked at the variety of horrific ways that the jungle will kill a person. You've got your standard malaria and yellow fever. Then there's the piranha, the electric eels, the anacondas, the coral snakes or the poisonous toads that are so toxic that one of them could kill a hundred people. Still not convinced? How about the tiny fish that will swim into any orifice and proceed to do things so terrible that sometimes men had to be castrated to survive. 
 That's not even talking about the bugs. Sure, the mosquitoes spread disease, but there's also a variety of maggot that will infect living tissue. Ants that can eat your clothes in a single night. Chiggers that eat human tissue. Cyanide squirting millipedes. Parasitic worms that cause blindness. Bugs that plant larvae under the skin where it will hatch later. 'Kissing bugs' that bite the lips but the victim doesn't die until 20 years later when their brain or heart swells. 
 Even if that doesn't kill you, you'd probably starve to death in what is described as a counterfeit paradise. Because even though there's all kinds of plants and animals, good luck finding anything edible. Avoid the animals, the disease, the bugs, injury, and starving to death, and you're still screwed when hostile natives catch you, eat you and use your skull as their favorite coffee mug. 
 To hell with the Amazon. Burn or bulldoze all of it and sow the earth with salt. That treacherous hellhole has to be obliterated before it can spread. And I don't want to hear about global warming or any nonsense about generating most of the world's oxygen. We can breathe shallow, people! 
 Old Percy Fawcett was a veteran explorer who mounted several expeditions into the Amazon and somehow managed to escape with his life. But he got obsessed with finding the mythical ruins of an El Dorado-type city and led his son and another poor bastard to some kind of gruesome deaths. The mystery of what happened to him led to countless deaths from other dumb asses trekking into the jungle to look for them. 
 The guy who wrote the book knew all this and he was still stupid enough to go in there. He somehow lived through it, but I think the message is clear. Stay out!