Actually, I do not care who got the freshy fresh
I spent all day (and I mean ALL DAY) yesterday researching sea otters and river otters and small-clawed Asian otters and all manner of otter*, and then I found this, which made me want to cry, and then I found this a couple articles down, which made me cry. Everyone's heard of the Exxon Valdez oil spill (which killed an estimated 90% of the sea otters in the West Prince William Sound, because crude oil ruins an otter's ability to regulate its temperature and it freezes to death) but what people don't know is that there are about 540 smaller oil spills in our oceans per year. So the obvious choice here is to start drilling in Alaska to fuel our Hummers, otters be damned.
The drilling wouldn't produce usable oil until 2025, but that doesn't matter. GAS EXPENSIVE NOW. DRILL OIL FUCK OTTERS.
I am utterly confounded by this... It's so obvious *what* we could do, how we could do better than we are, and we just don't. It simply doesn't happen.
The idea that someone could hear what I'm about to say and think me lunatic fringe is bothersome, but more and more I'm finding that when I see people driving Hummers, I hate them. If I have seen you behind the wheel of a Hummer, I've felt a visceral, hateful reaction to you. It might be the equivalent of a Christian seeing someone wearing a devil-worshipping t-shirt or something, I don't know. The point of the comparison is that it, the Hummer, flies boldly in the face of my value system. A Hummer seems like a big fat "fuck you" to the planet, and really to everyone outside the Hummer. If you've got the money and whatever serious need for attention it requires, you can pollute as much as you want, presumably run over anything daring to stand in your way, and use up as much of the remaining resources as you please. Because, really, who's going to stop you? Me? The auto lobb- I mean, the government?
You know that really annoying way that a snobby girl will say, "oh, honey--" to a younger, more impressionable snobby girl who has made the wrong choice with regard to eyeliner? That's how I feel when I see Hummers. And when I see the American flag waving proudly over the vile-smelling and gargantuan garbage dump in the nearby city. Oh, honey. No.
*Otters are fucking fascinating, by the way. They have, unlike polar bears or many other animals that survive in very cold places, only a thin layer of body fat and instead stay warm with a super spiffy coat, consisting of two layers, the bottom of which is covered in water-repellent otter-skin oil, which traps an insulating layer of air next to their skin, and a top layer of guard hairs that repel water by kind of fitting into one another and forming a mat (I have seen the electron micrograph photos of these, and believe me, are they interlocking). They are the largest member of the weasel family, and are the only non-primate mammal to use tools.
The drilling wouldn't produce usable oil until 2025, but that doesn't matter. GAS EXPENSIVE NOW. DRILL OIL FUCK OTTERS.
I am utterly confounded by this... It's so obvious *what* we could do, how we could do better than we are, and we just don't. It simply doesn't happen.
The idea that someone could hear what I'm about to say and think me lunatic fringe is bothersome, but more and more I'm finding that when I see people driving Hummers, I hate them. If I have seen you behind the wheel of a Hummer, I've felt a visceral, hateful reaction to you. It might be the equivalent of a Christian seeing someone wearing a devil-worshipping t-shirt or something, I don't know. The point of the comparison is that it, the Hummer, flies boldly in the face of my value system. A Hummer seems like a big fat "fuck you" to the planet, and really to everyone outside the Hummer. If you've got the money and whatever serious need for attention it requires, you can pollute as much as you want, presumably run over anything daring to stand in your way, and use up as much of the remaining resources as you please. Because, really, who's going to stop you? Me? The auto lobb- I mean, the government?
You know that really annoying way that a snobby girl will say, "oh, honey--" to a younger, more impressionable snobby girl who has made the wrong choice with regard to eyeliner? That's how I feel when I see Hummers. And when I see the American flag waving proudly over the vile-smelling and gargantuan garbage dump in the nearby city. Oh, honey. No.
*Otters are fucking fascinating, by the way. They have, unlike polar bears or many other animals that survive in very cold places, only a thin layer of body fat and instead stay warm with a super spiffy coat, consisting of two layers, the bottom of which is covered in water-repellent otter-skin oil, which traps an insulating layer of air next to their skin, and a top layer of guard hairs that repel water by kind of fitting into one another and forming a mat (I have seen the electron micrograph photos of these, and believe me, are they interlocking). They are the largest member of the weasel family, and are the only non-primate mammal to use tools.
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