Just realised that practically no-one I know, knows about this:
Ever since I was at school the “funny bit at the end of the news” was the ecology bit – ‘ this was what the men in sandals with beards were saying now’.
That was the early 1970s and ever since then I’ve recognised that we’re going to be in trouble but no political will to do anything about it.
Politically, this would mean risk takers – up against the most powerful companies and lobby groups on the planet, it means almost certain political death, and there is no World Power, with enough clout to hammer it home, and the only world superpower we have – in denial.
I found myself almost shouting at the TV, “5 years to end plastic packaging??? how about NEXT MONTH???”. Similar outbursts about Diesel cars, Coal fired power stations, Fishing trawlers with 2mile long nets . . . . . It’s a massive list of real “hates” of mine. Thought I’d type some it out to bore you guys with!
Summing-up at the end, Boris asserted his view for the UK, post Covid19:
“More resilient, more innovative, more economically dynamic, but also more generous and more sharing.”
He missed one word. “Environment”
This from Rafael Behr. Rafael’s words are so precise & polished, real and unaffected. If you can’t face it all – just absorb the first few paras, you won’t be disappointed!
Boris Johnson’s bluster on Brexit is about to face reality https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/mar/03/boris-johnson-brexit-eu-trade-talks?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_WordPress
It should have been a great decade for the European left – what happened?
Carrot mania: shoppers in a frenzy over Aldi’s plush toy Kevin
Pathological consumption has become so normalised that we scarcely notice it. By George Monbiot, published in the Guardian 11th December 2012 There’s nothing they need, nothing they don’t own already, …
Source: The Gift of Death
York shop bans cheesy Christmas music for sake of staff
I think it was this time last year I was ranting about Slade’s Christmas hit, and how I found it terminally depressing as it paraded itself across our ears for (what? The next seven weeks?) – seems I wasn’t alone.