Tagged: green issues

Whinging about Earth Hour

So Earth Hour has been and gone and dammit, I was so hopeful that my carefully-managed Twitter and Facebook feeds would be free of fucking rightwhingers/lolbertarians having a cry about it.  I was disappointed.

But at least this allowed me to formulate in my head the perfect analogy for this type of Earth Hour hater.

Before I get into it, though, the disclaimer:  I don’t think Earth Hour is perfect, even in its wider goal of raising awareness and motivating larger longer-term changes.  I totally expect that there are a lot of very privileged people out there who do turn off the lights and light romantic candles and pat themselves on the back and then go straight back to commuting to work every day in separate SUVs.

I also think it’s pretty wanky for western countries who have already done way more than their fair share of resource-plundering and fuel-burning to get to their current “modern” states to suddenly turn around and say “oh, fuck you, all you little countries who we’ve oppressed and kept down, you don’t get to enjoy “modern” comforts because now we’ve had our fun we’ve realised it’s bad for the environment.”

So Earth Hour:  not perfect.  Critiques of Earth Hour and general global inequities and western slacktivism:  totally interesting.

But.

Then there’s the guys you see (and sorry dudes, but for some reason it is always dudes) who are like toddlers.  And these toddlers have millions of toys, many probably stolen from kindy, and Mummy or Daddy have said “honey, you have millions of toys, do you really need all of them?  Couldn’t we share your toys with some other children?”

And the toddler is sitting in the middle of his room, surrounded by toys, toys piled higher than his head, and even though he literally cannot play with more than one or two at a time, and he’ll be a swaggering cynical five-year-old who has no time for babyish Tonka trucks long before he can wear them all out.

And he’s (very advance for his age) screaming “NO, MUMMY.  ALL THE TOYS ARE MINE AND I’M GOING TO PLAY WITH ALL OF THEM RIGHT NOW.”

And – to step out of the analogy – it would be really pathetic-funny if it weren’t for the fact that, unlike that toddler, these people are doing real damage to collective efforts to help our planet, and invariably are in positions where they won’t feel the sharp edges of climate change – at least, not until it’s so bad that most of us are dead or living Survivor-style and thus unable to scream “WE FUCKING TOLD YOU SO” at them on Twitter.

Your daily moment of rage

They’ve remade Edge of Darkness.

With Mel. Fucking. Gibson.

I am going to find the perpetrator of this obscenity and unleash the wrath of Gaia on them.

Fortunately I have the original on loan from a cultured and tasteful friend so I’m just going to go scrub the evil from my brain.

A post on the Te Papa/menstruation thing shall follow.

And of course they’ve fucking made the main character a fucking American fucking fuck.

Go read someone else!

My lack of actual post-writing enthusiasm continues apace.  However, I can at least point you in the direction of good stuff!

National keep arguing that the amount of land they want to mine in our conservation estate is “comparative to a hole the size of a postcard in Eden Park”.

First hat-tip to felix over at The Standard, for amazing persistence in reminding people, via the modern medium of all-caps, that WE SHOULDN’T MINE THERE AT ALL.  BECAUSE THE REASON IT’S IN SCHEDULE 4 IS TO STOP PEOPLE MINING IN IT.

But a post that made me snort in a horribly unladylike fashion is up at Imperator Fish:

“I was shocked to find a rectangular hole in the middle of the pitch, “said Mr Perham. “I don’t know how it got there or who did this. This is an act of mindless vandalism.”

Association of Crybabies and Treekillers

… which is a joke possibly few will get, since even my more politically-savvy mates seem to forget that ACT is an acronym.

Anyway, via frogblog, Rodney Hide and staff are throwing their toys out of the big crib that is Bowen House, and they’re not sorting them into paper/plastic before they do.

In a show of defiance, some ACT staff have turned their recycling cubes into pen holders and are ignoring the instruction to sort their waste.

GO TEAM! FIGHT THE POWER! SMASH THE NANNY STATE! YOU SHOW THOSE BASTARDS THAT YOU WON’T GIVE A DAMN FOR THE STATE OF THE PLANET JUST BECAUSE IT’S LOGICAL AND SELF-PRESERVATORY AND DOESN’T ACTUALLY TAKE THAT MUCH EFFORT! HOO-RA!