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This. Is. Brilliant. I love this. I'm young, and have had many priveledges growing up, and I love this post. It is so full of truth, and really shows disrespectful, smart ass little brats who cared more. Just because they spout about "the green thing" doesn't mean they live it.
posted by
Sirenayla
on June 12, 2014 at 10:15 PM
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Justi
So it balances out. And later generationsa should check those air pollution filters on factories. I'm sure the date of when I first noticed powdery mildew, drooping my impatiens that it could be a cause love. BC-A, Bill's Roost
posted by
BC-A
on June 13, 2013 at 3:14 PM
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I do not believe that climate change is, or is caused by man, but I do believe in taking care of our Mother Earth. Where we live we are required to put our garbage in plastic bags. Out at the landfill they bury the garbage in plastic bags, let it rot slowly and then they catch the methane gas and generate electricity with it which they sell to the electric company keeping our trash collection very affordable.
posted by
UtahJay
on June 13, 2013 at 9:02 AM
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I think it would be a job to explain to young folk Justi they have been brought up in the greatest throw away era known to man. Once nearly everything would decompose naturally except glass. I suppose a few bags will satisfy someone' conscience .
posted by
C_C_T
on June 12, 2013 at 11:46 PM
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Things were very green back then, I see. I wonder what brought about the change.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on June 12, 2013 at 7:34 PM
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No we didn't have the green thing either back when I was a tadpole...we didn't have electricity either. The groceries were bought once a week and came home in a cardboard box and Mother and dad stored all sorts of things in those boxes.
posted by
Kabu
on June 12, 2013 at 4:58 PM
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When I was little, my parents had several shopping bags made out of canvass. We lived a mile from the nearest grocery store and we didn't have a car. My sister and I would walk to the store and get the things on mother's list. The grocer would fill up our bags. Nothing had styrofoam or plastic wrappers and fresh meat was wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. We would lug the full bags back home, sitting them down on the curb now and then to catch our breath and work our fingers. On Sunday afternoon Dad would bring home vanilla ice cream and strawberry soda and we would eat the whole bit in one sitting because ice cream would not keep in an icebox.
posted by
TAPS.
on June 12, 2013 at 1:06 PM
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