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Mmmm. Environmentalism. Tastes good. Especially with some Favabeans and a nice Chianti.
I am a consumer. I eat. I wipe my ass. I use enough electricity feeding my music, House, and Warcraft habit to power a small planet.
I’m not concerned about the planet.
I’m concerned about me.
That second statement necessitates the first.
All the talk about saving the planet is a bunch of touchy feely political bullshit. The planet has been through meteor strikes, ice ages, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, you name it. We don’t measure ‘natural disasters’ in damage to Earth. We measure it in human lives.
Because no matter what we do, Earth will still be here. Something will survive and flourish.
Climate change? Bah. It’s us or the cockroaches and moss.
Do we need to change our ways? Only if we want to survive and give our kids something to inherit. “Natural disasters” come in two forms. Their either Earths way of saying “wake up,” or they’re earths way of balancing the equation. Either way, we’re screwed.
We can’t do anything about the equation. Plates will shift, stuff will break or be consumed in fire and ash. That is not our fault. But if we can eliminate the “wake up” part, though, we stand a much better chance of surviving.
If we can reduce our collective belching into the atmosphere, we can at least avoid a few. With less warming, we’ll have fewer hurricanes, tornadoes, and other atmospheric weather phenomena. These are Earth’s way of taking a cold shower. They dissipate atmospheric energy in an efficient (for Earth) and deadly (for us) manner.
Another much trumpeted effect of reducing the human industrial flatulence problem is that our ice can stay ice, and thus our coastal cities can avoid becoming a human Seaworld.
So for fucks sake, let’s get our collective act together. Not for the planet, but to save our own sorry asses.
Thanks to “Mind of a Mad Woman” for making me aware of Blog Action Day.
