I’ve been on the fence about this thing until America’s most highly-paid newsman wrote this on her blog:
“And all the experts agree. Well, almost every expert. (There are a handful of scientists — many of them on the payroll of big oil companies — who wonder if global warming is a reality.)”
Oil companies. I should have known. They want us all dead so they can have all the oil to themselves. Still, as a Republican, the question I really have to ask is, what’s in it for me??
It’s another perfect day here in Southern California, a nippy 69 degrees, and the value of my house has doubled in the last 5 years. What if everybody had nice weather, the chilling thought went down my chilled spine. My obscene profit, up in smoke like from the tailpipe of a Hummer. And if it gets as warm as Mexico here, why, they sell land as cheap as dirt!
We have to do something about this, like now. As Al Gore said while snarfing up his well-deserved Oscar, this is a moral issue. Quicker than Gore flunked out of divinity school, I came up with this helpful list. Clip and save:
—Plug in your clocks only when you absolutely have to know what time it is. If you need the alarm, get up five minutes early to set it.
—Al Gore says cigarettes are a significant cause of global warming, so quit smoking and sell him the carbon credits.
—Your kids are useless for pushing your car up to highway speeds, but they can increase your mileage considerably around town. Use your headlights only when there’s no moon, and remember, your horn uses less energy than your turn signal.
—Stairs make you huff and puff and expel carbon dioxide. Use the elevator. And sports are carbon-intensive too, so do ’em on your X-box.
—Take as long as you want browsing in the fridge. Leaving the door open cools the world off.
—Down more Slurpees, or better yet, nice frosty margaritas. See, this isn’t so bad.
—Lower the thermostat in your Gulfstream jet, and make the help wear sweaters.
—We need our corn for ethanol. Switch from Fritos to pork rinds.
—Do not use a television or radio unless it’s bicycle powered, like Gilligan’s.
—Turn your computer off right now. Turn it off, get up out of your chair, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!”
Then sit down quietly. Moving, talking and breathing should be kept to the absolute minimum. Human life is eco-unfriendly, and should be lived as little as possible. It’s the moral thing to do.
Tom Van Dyke is a businessman and musician in Los Angeles, and editor of thenewswalk.com.
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