How much waste, garbage and trash did you generate today? How long, stinky and ugly is your personal slime trail, you petroleum-addicted slob you?
Okay so I’m likely insulting my blog readers, if there are any. I may have broken the first law of successful writing and journalism, but I’m also feeling a bit righteous about minding the store. (The phargin’ planet, you moron.)
Sure your consumptive life is none of my business? Wrong. It’s everybody’s business. And since it isn’t against the law to be a rapacious consumer, other methods of behavior influence must hold sway.
Avoid. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Re-think while you still have the luxury of even lightly considering the havoc you wreak on this planet with all that you consume and throw away each and every day. Repent, sinner, and be saved.
Nobody’s perfect, true. But a better world has its origins in folks like you and me doing an about face on the consumptive lifestyle we live as Americans…if you still drive an SUV, you’re part of the problem and definitely not the solution. Sell that pig!
Americans in particular will define success in the 21st century by finding ways to profitably deconstruct the monster economy we’ve built that espouses progress at all costs and cares not a wit for what our unrelenting lifestyles of conspicuous mass consumption is doing to (y)our planet. Yours. Mine. Dubya’s.
Why am I taking the high ground? Well, it’s not that I’m all that high, but I do live where it’s very hard to make a living as a writer. Consequently, I’m wired. I live and die (work) through an Internet connection. That’s my highway to work and back. It’s always free of traffic. And my commute is 40 feet and dress is informal at best so getting on that highway isn’t a matter of life and death. It’s as simple and as effortless as turning on a light switch. My cars are sitting in the driveway literally rusting away and not getting used.
Dude, you are a piece of work.