GREEN CRAP Old People Just Don't Get the 'Green' Thing Papa B adds, "Remember: don't make old people mad. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off." |
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scream-of-consciousness; "If you're trying to change minds and influence people it's probably not a good idea to say that virtually all elected Democrats are liars, but what the hell."
GREEN CRAP Old People Just Don't Get the 'Green' Thing Papa B adds, "Remember: don't make old people mad. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off." |
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"If the number of Islamic terror attacks continues at the current rate, candlelight vigils will soon be the number-one cause of global warming. " |
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The one thing that is totally constant amongst generations is the amazement at how someone who is no more than 24 years old knows so much more than a person who is 60.
Plus the desire to beat the living f*ck out of the whippersnapper
Didnt you just have this comment here the other day?
"The college idealists who fill the ranks of the environmental movement seem willing to do absolutely anything to save the biosphere, except take science courses and learn something about it." -- P.J. O'Rourke
Tim
“I'm not young enough to know everything.” - James Matthew Barrie
GrinfilledCelt
Screw the environment. I like to burn old tires on the weekend for fun, and dump the old oil from my vehicles in the creek next door to see the pretty colors as it spreads out and suffocates the fish.
I often use the phrase:
"Wellp, ain't nobody was born knowin' this stuff."
It took me twenty dumbass years to learn that.
In the last year I've spent a great deal of time with tradesmen. It impresses me how relaxed they all are, compared to the corporate company I keep.
PS to an 18-year old not interested in college: Don't be a mover, that's damm hard and will break your body. A locksmith is what I'd be, were I that age again. My Uncle and cousins swear by being an electrician. The only way I'd be a painter is if I went back to being a pothead, fulltime. I could be a delivery man. My father wanted to retire and be a hotel clerk, meet the people, give him a reason to shave every day and put on a suit again. What I really want to do is be one of those old guys with hats you see on the golf tournaments.
I'm going to use the huge "recycle" bin the city required us to take as a compost container. That's as green as I get.
I've figured out how to get rid of all the stuff the "Solid Waste Management Engineers" leave on the curb on garbage day without paying dumping fees. Since I have to pay the city for garbage collection or go to jail, I figure they can do some of the work. So, once a month or so, I load all the crap they won't take into the back of my pickup and dump it all on the steps of City Hall. Problem Solved.