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Monday, February 10, 2020

That’s My Wallet




Since the eco-scientists of the world found their voices the thoughts spilling out of their heads got stupider.



In case you lost track of the long list of brilliant ideas, I’m here to help you out.  You’re welcome.



Some years ago, elementary school kids were prompted to shame their parents into something called “recycling.”



Recycling is an exercise for you to pre-sort your garbage.



Before that magical time, you would place your garbage in a garbage can.  To get technical, you could also put it into plastic bags.  But I digress.



Dirty paper towels, plastic water bottles, empty tuna cans, jars, bottles, broken toys, Styrofoam, and clumped kitty litter would find their way into trash receptacles for their trip to the dump.



Garbage men would ride up and down the streets emptying the cans into the rear of the truck.  I am speaking with authority inasmuch as I worked as a garbage man to subsidize my college education.

Garbage truck and garbage men


But those elementary school kids became easy targets to invent new ways of approaching life.  In other words, they were looking for a problem to their solution.



It didn’t take long for the city municipalities to embrace the concept of recycling.  It’s one of those special times when they felt they needed to “do something.”  And do they did.



Those cities, whose politicians needed a platform for re-election, latched on to the idea of a special pickup for recycled garbage.  A lame way of “doing something.”



Of course there was no money in the coffers for repaving streets or hiring more employees at the Department of Motor Vehicles; but they found some stashed cash for buying and distributing dedicated recycling garbage cans.



If that weren’t enough, they also conjured up – through tax hikes – more money for recycling garbage trucks and recycling garbage men.



Week after week after week the people of our town dutifully separated cans, plastics, and bottles, from the soiled paper plates, blue bread, and leftover spaghetti.



Television newscasts applauded the public for this “first step” toward a cleaner environment, keeping true garbage where it belonged – in the dumps – from adulterating reusables such as the bottles and cans and newspapers.  And we were led to believe that the recycling of goods would be a money maker.



The plastics would be made into carpets and clothing, cans would be fashioned into rain gutters, and newspapers would be re-mulched into more newspapers.



And although this effort was minor in nature, we all felt good about helping Mother Earth maintain a level of livability for its inhabitants.  It’s a win-win.



Suddenly, the county decided recycling of bottles needed to cease. Evidently the glass recyclers were inundated with glass for which they had no more room, and the cost of recycling glass had become prohibitive as recycling fees dropped to near zero.



What is our society to do?



While you’re pondering that deep question, I’ll interject something even more disconcerting.



Amy Freeman, a writer for the Washington Post, issued a story concerning saving landfill space.  Her article addressed “skyrocketing” municipal landfill waste – “11.15 million tons in 2017.”



Freeman added that “unwanted textiles, however could be reused, upcycled or recycled.”



What a terrific idea, much like the glass bottle crusade that wound up as a buffoonish tax dollar and precious water waste exercise, a new campaign could make the populace feel stupid by forcing them to recycle clothing and other textiles.



It’s about time for the great environmental thinkers to stop with their knee-jerk reactions and concentrate on genuine matters that affect society, such as politicians conning constituents out of their hard-earned money to pander for votes.



Clearly we’re just not overwhelmed enough.