If those brainlets ever bothered to look into the ideas and beliefs that someone like Bezos holds, they'd find that it's the other way round. They don't want to escape erf, they want to get rid of all the poors and all the industry by offworlding it all, and then turn the planet into a giant nature reserve to be enjoyed only by those exclusive enough/rich enough to be allowed to live there.
In a Bezos-timeline, O'Neill cylinders wouldn't be anything like the Syd Mead concept art that most people think of. They'd be giant favelas filled with factories. Giant orbital industrial complexes with attached habitation areas. A person could be born in the slums of Dupont Plastic Injection Moulding Facility #23-B, never knowing any other life outside of its artificial compounds.
They would go to the local astroturf municipal park, admire the handful of real plants scattered here and there, while looking out of the plexiglass dome windows at the blue green orb above. The closest they'll ever come to it. And then the siren blows to warn him that the 15 minute lunchbreak is over in 2 minutes, time to get back to work.