Hell on Earth is not a warm place, it’s a cold place. We’re on the precipice of what looks more and more to be at least a Dalton-magnitude minimum, which was a disaster for crops worldwide. If it gets to Maunder-magnitude, a lot of people are going to die.
And if you really want to go out on a limb, there’s always the chance that this is the actual end of the current interglacial, and we’re headed for another hundred thousand years or so of mile-thick ice sheets extending down past the BosWash megalopolis.
Warm and wet is always a boon to humanity, not a disaster. Cold and dry, on the other hand, are the kinds of things famine is built from.