It’s increasingly looking like Margaret Atwood in her MaddAddam trilogy got it right about how 
future American and world civilization will structure itself: very rich oligarchs living lives of exorbitant luxury, a very tiny “middle class” who are basically their servants, and the impoverished rabble who are seen as utterly savage, base and expendable.
Everything points this way; nothing indicates another outcome is likely. In addition, something similar to that is how most human societies have been structured throughout post-hunter-gatherer history.
Just on the basis of the tendency of regression to mean, this is a likely outcome. The reality and already underestimated effects of climate change only make this far more likely, not less.
Few realizations are more painful, and make the future appear more threatening, than the realization that my expectations, and even everything I was ever taught about what constitutes simple dignity, are a result of growing up in a social order that is utterly artificial, far removed from the attractor state, and is in effect a house of cards.
Realizing that one is living at the tail end of a belle epoque of sorts is both tragic and a little beautiful, as long as one is likely to die (as I am) before it truly goes pear-shaped.