You’re doing more harm than good.
Specifically, by lumping actual, real, science-based environmentalism in with all your Greenpeace hippie bullshit, you discredit the real thing and hand ammunition to the bastards who are killing the planet in order to make a buck.
Because you and your lot make big deals about nothing issues like the rainforest (never was threatened) and water conservation (saving water here does nothing to help areas where there’s drought, take the brick out of your toilet) and other cockamamie issues that are just as delusional as anything the MAGA crowd believes, your inane BS can be used to discredit all environmentalism, even the real stuff.
Climate change is real. Pollution is real. Endangered animals are real.
But your anti-industrialization and anti-science stance is absolute bullshit. Billions would die without the products of the Industrial Revolution, including you.
And science is the only reason you know there’s a climate change problem in the first place. You can’t accept the results of science as your holy cause in one instance and then rail against science in another.
Science may well have gotten us into this mess, but it’s also the only thing that can possibly get us out of it, too.
It will sure as fuck do a lot more to solve the problem than banging drums and smoking pot in the forest ever will.
Your whole “green” schtick is all about emotional reasoning anyhow.
When you think of farms and forests, you get a good feeling.
When you think of cars and factories, you get an icky feeling.
And clearly, if something gives middle class white people an icky feeling, it must be pure evil and deserves to be destroyed.
Sure, factories are icky and gross. And if they pollute, that must be stopped immediately. We’re on the same page there.
But just because something is icky and gross does not mean it is evil or bad or that we would be better off without it.
After all, the sewer system is disgusting and awful, and yet modern life would not be possible without it.
So it is with all the factories and cars and highways and fast food places that you and your ilk find to be so objectionable.
You need to put down that tambourine, shave off the beard, cut your hair, and put on respectable clothes so you can talk to your fellow middle class people as equals and “one of them” and connect your cause with their concerns.
But that’s your call. If you’d rather let the planet burn than put on a tie, that’s up to you. Nobody is forcing you to care.
But those of us who are actually dedicated to finding a real solution instead of the symbolic crap that Big Business has convinced you means you are “making a difference” and “doing your part” would greatly appreciate it if you went off to your Ewok village or vegan ashram and shut the hell up while the grownups are talking.
We have a lot to do and not a heck of a lot of time to do it. Saving the world is going to take nothing less than a massive overhaul of governance itself and that’s not the kind of thing that is going to happen if we give Big Business and its billionaire buddies a choice.
But don’t forget : there are billions of us and hundreds of them. If the people got together to make the necessary changes, there would be absolutely nothing they could do to stop us.
That’s how real change happens. That’s what actually makes a difference. That’s what being dedicated to saving the world really means.
Everything else is just mutual masturbation.
More after the break.
A therapy…. Wednesday?
My therapist’s schedule has been all kinds of wacky lately.
Hence my having therapy at noon today instead of my usual Thursdays at 1 pm.
And next week will be normal, but the week after I won’t have therapy at all because it’s Rosh Hashana so he’ll be busy with family all week.
That’s the Jewish New Year, and a very big deal for them.
I wish him and his family all the best.
Today’s session was kind of bouncy and informal. I was in a good mood, so I guess I didn’t really feel like digging deep into my fucked up psyche.
I feel differently at the moment. Right now I feel kind of heavy and sad. Not sure what happened but I feel like it happened when the sun went down.
Maybe my mood really is solar powered.
But whatever. I am opening myself up to all my emotions now and that includes feeling sad some of the time.
I’d rather be sad than numb.
Sad isn’t fun but it’s not the end of the world either. It can be worked through just like any other emotion. It’s not like I’ll be stuck here forever.
The secret, like I told Doctor Costin today, is to just keep moving forward.
Keep processing my emotions. Keep that karmic wheel inside my soul rolling forward. Forever reject the supposed safety of stasis.
Fuck that noise. I want to live and breathe and feel and truly experience life.
I want to be alive, god dammit. Whatever it takes.
Let’s see. Oh, I told him about my microphone letting me down.
I did it without mentioning VRchat, of course.
I mean, the man’s in his seventies. I’m just glad he understands email.
I have not completely given up on that microphone. Some time soon I will take another stab at seeing if Google can deliver a solution unto me.
But it might be a hardware problem. Given that my computer can’t communication with the mic at all, that’s definitely a possibility.
It knows I plugged in a microphone, but that’s it. And I have tried two different USB ports and got the same nothing from both of them.
I should ask Julian to plug it into his laptop, see if it works there.
Worst case scenario, I just buy another microphone. Probably one of those headsets like you see people using in call centers.
All the l33t gamers use them nowadays so they can shout obscenities at each other without having to use their hands.
Sounds good to me. Fuckers.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.