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Thursday,
June 22, 2006
Oh, my aching ice caps
You still don't believe that global warming is a result of
us fucking with the environment? Go read this.
And the admnistration had the cojones to say that "the threat from global warming
is not severe enough to warrant new pollution controls that the White House
says would have cost 5 million Americans their jobs."
Oh, I want to see details on this one. What jobs would have been cut, where and why? We managed to impose evironmental protection controls in the 70's and 80's, and I don't remember a flood of jobless Americans storming the White House over it. What this is, of course, is various corporations not wanting to spend the necessary money to create pollution controls, with Shrub backing them up to the hilt because he's the buttboy of Big Business. What these clowns don't seem to understand is, they're pissing in their own back yard. Unless they have a secret base on the Moon or Mars, the pollution is going to bite them and theirs on the ass just as sharply as the rest of us will get bitten; there's only so far money will stretch when you can't breathe the freaking air.
And yeah, I know a lot of them are Fundies who believe that the End Times are here and they'll be carried bodily into Heaven, so who cares how badly they screw up the Earth? I honestly wish that this would happen -- then the rest of us could get to work cleaning up the place. I have little to no tolerance for deliberate stupidity, especially when it has the potential to screw up not only my life, but the lives of my nieces, nephews and potential offspring.
I know he said he's finished with politics, but by God, I wish we could convince Al Gore to take one more shot at the Oval Office. I swear, if I won a big Powerball jackpot, I'd be having a meeting with the man about a campaign war chest the very next day. And I'm not even worried about the Earth itself, because on the planetary level humans have the total impact of a minor cold. Once we poison ourselves out of existence, Mother Nature will clean the place up over a couple of eons, then give another species a shot at sapience.
Maybe the cockroaches will do a better job than we did.