Stop and smell the roses

Save the planet?

I don’t care. I’m going to die, we all are, so why not die sooner rather than later.

It just seems to be a waste of time, doesn’t it? Caring, I mean, about anything but particularly about citizens taking to the streets, protesting – tying themselves to lamposts or glueing their clapped-out hands to the railings of BP’s corporate headquarters. It doesn’t matter how loudly we shout or whether we risk life and limb protesting, no one in any position of power really listens or even makes a pretence at understanding our frustrations and fears. They tell us they understand while making vacuous promises using words like “promise” and “pledge” and “available options”. The knots in our collective stomachs draw tighter with every lie and half-truth. In the end, apparently, it’s all our own fault that the ecosystem of our beloved planet is collapsing. We must all buckle down and do our bit while they celebrate licensing yet another oil field or coal mine to the Fossil Fuel Conglomerates. Whatever we do as individuals makes absolutely no difference whatsoever.

We recycle until the cows come home, only use stuff from “sustainable” sources, we walk instead of taking the car and buy thrift shop clothing because recycling is ecologically better. Individually, we can tick all the boxes but still, it’ll make no difference because we’re asking the very same politicians and business leaders who caused the shitshow in the first place, to sort it out. It’s never, ever going to happen. Never.

It’s not the planet that needs help, it’s us. We reach out to whichever god is flavour of the month, to politicians, to anyone who can make things happen but, the trouble is, the phones are ringing empty. Our letters are being returned unopened. There’s no one at the helpdesk. The only recourse available is to take direct action. Do something that directly affects those in power. The politicians who are always complaining that they must make all the tough decisions. Well, undoing the damage their rubbish ideologies have imposed on our rotting planet actually requires no brain at all.

In the meantime . . .

Here’s a plan: STOP RECYCLING in the home right now. Collect all your household waste in one bag (including what you would normally “recycle” – the dog shit, baby nappies, any compostable food waste, everything in one large bag. Organise a lorry to collect them from everyone in the community and deposit them at the doors of every government building in the country. All of them. Make our problem, their problem in a small but dramatic way. Actually, what we’ll be doing is saying, “No! This is your problem you are trying to make us, the people, responsible for, and we are saying, No!”

This is just a start because protecting our own homes and the wider population from eco-genocide requires a fundamental shift in the way we live. It requires a total reorganisation of society – new democracy, new financial systems, new wealth distribution, a new approach to food production and distribution, adoption of new attitudes to population size, innovative energy creation and storage, new transport systems, a fresh and inclusive media and communications networks. The list goes on.

Most people won’t have the guts but until we are prepared to enter a brave new world, we may as well carry on doing what we’re told and shut the fuck up.

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