THE GREEN THING

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Posted on 27th April 2013 by Administrator in Economy |Politics |Social Issues

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Excellent old person rant on  http://directorblue.blogspot.com/.

The environmental bullshit spewed by the media and liberals douchebags is nothing but corporate propaganda drivel. Young people are too dumbed down by the boob tube and what passes for education to actually think.

Old People Just Don’t Get the ‘Green’ Thing [Papa B]

Papa B:

In the queue at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.  The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.”

The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today.  Your generation did not care enough to save our environment.”
He was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store.  The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.  So they really were recycled.  But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.  But she was right.  We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind.  We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry the clothes.   Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.   But that old lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room.    And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.   In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us.   When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.   Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn.   We used a push mower that ran on human power.   We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.   But she’s right;  we didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.   We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.   But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.   We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.   And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

Papa B adds, “Remember: don’t make old people mad.  We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.”

16 Comments
  1. Stucky says:

    Wow. That’s a scary article. Why is it a scary article? I’ll tell you why it’s a scary article. It’s scary because I remember every damn thing he’s talking about. fuckity fuck I really am getting old.

    But I wouldn’t worry about the utes. We’ll all be going back to that way of life (perhaps worse) soon enough. At least us oldfuks have experienced it before. Ain’t no big thang either.

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    27th April 2013 at 8:00 pm

  2. Stucky says:

    My very first house I bought was built around the 1930′s.

    It did indeed have just one electrical outlet per room. Except the kitchen … it had two.

    Another sign of the times back then. The closets. VERY very small. About 4′ – 5′ wide, and no deeper than the width of a hanger. I think the average folks back then had one Sunday outfit, a few work clothes, one coat, and maybe two pair of shoes.

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    27th April 2013 at 8:42 pm

  3. Calamity3039 says:

    Stucky- You are old.

    Anyway, the author of this post makes a really good point. I had a conversation with a friend not to long ago. We discussed the topic of our technological ran lives and the importance of emerging the new technology with the wisdom of the old. The basis of our agreement is that the internet is a great tool for research but we need to merge it with the actions that people once took in life to make it applicable. What is the use of living in the information age if we don’t take action.

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    27th April 2013 at 8:57 pm

  4. Llpoh says:

    Seriously, where the fuck does a clerk get off talking to a customer like that? He for sure would remember me til his dying day if he spoke to me like that. I had a clerk ask me about bags once, and I told her to mind her own damn business. She shut up quickly then.

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    27th April 2013 at 9:10 pm

  5. sensetti says:

    When I was a kid I pushed one of these at Grandmas house. You learned to take a file and keep the blades in good shape.

    49cf809c4edc951c8a6d609a03558d31.jpg

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    27th April 2013 at 9:52 pm

  6. Gubmint Cheese says:

    Douche bag neighborhood I’m in doesn’t allow clothes lines; like they’re some kind of friggin’ eyesore.

    Nothing smells fresher than your clothes after line drying in the sun and wind. Screw the dryer.

    GC

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    27th April 2013 at 9:57 pm

  7. Gubmint Cheese says:

    Hey Stucco;
    New plates probably wouldnt fit in the old cabinets either.

    Plate china became supersized like the people eating off of it.

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    27th April 2013 at 10:01 pm

  8. JIMSKI says:

    My wife and I have some 120 year old china from her side of the family in a 120 year old china cabinet. It is to old and brittle to actually use but the display looks awesome. The serving plates are about 7 inches across and the cups hold like 4 oz liquid. The serving platter is about the same size as what you get an omlet at perkins.

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    27th April 2013 at 10:16 pm

  9. Gubmint Cheese says:

    Sensetti;

    Kids don’t even know what a file is, unless its something you open on your computer, much less know how to use or sharpen with one.

    Gawd I sound like such an old fuck (49)…

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    27th April 2013 at 10:40 pm

  10. Novista says:

    Several years back, our supermarkets had a “Say No to Plastic Bags!” effort, wanting to see their ‘green’ bags … made in China I suspect, and poorly done at that. The lined bags for meat, etc., had zip tops but the zippers regularly rip out rendering them useless for the purpose.

    My response to “say no” was, Whoever said yes to plastic bags?

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    27th April 2013 at 12:22 am

  11. Makati1 says:

    Those of us started out life in the world described above and will likely end it in the same kind of world … if we are lucky. It ain’t so bad. ^_^

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    27th April 2013 at 12:27 am

  12. Stucky says:

    Joe Bagaent has a wonderful perspective of then vs now

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    When I was a boy on my grandparents’ farm in the 1950s the neighbors always banded together to make lard and apple butter, put up feed corn, bale hay, thresh wheat, pick apples, plow snow off roads. One neighbor cut hair, another mended shoes and welded. With so little money available in those days in rural America, there was no way to get by without neighbors. And besides, all the money in the world would not get the lard cooked down and the peaches put up for the winter. You needed neighbors and they needed you. From birth to the grave. I was very lucky to have seen that culture which showed me that a real community of shared labor is possible — or at least was at one time in this country. And if I ever doubt it I can go up to those hill farms and look into the clouded old eyes and wrinkled visages of the people who once babysat me as a child and with whom I shot my first rabbit and quail.

    They are passing quickly now and I drive by more than a few of their graves in the old Greenwood Cemetery when I visit to that place where there are still old men who know how to plow with horses and the women who can chop a live copperhead snake in half with a hoe then go right on weeding the garden. “Yew kids stay ‘way from that damned dead snake, ya hear me?”

    Fifty years later nobody cans peaches any more, or depends upon a neighbor to cut their hair or get in the hay crop. And fifty years later I found myself in the middle class and softening like an overripe cheese. Given my background, I never guessed I’d see the day when I would be bitching because I could not get Hendricks gin or fresh salmon delivered to my door. (But when you’re too drunk to drive or even walk to the supermarket …). Such is the level of self-insufficiency to which some of us weaker souls devolved.

    Whatever the case, we no longer depend upon community and other people around us. We live in our houses, idiotically sited vinyl “Tudor-esque” fuck-boxes with brick facade (sorry Neddie, I just had to steal that lick) which grow bigger each year in order to accommodate our massive asses, egos and collection of goods, and we “order out.” Or go shopping for it at the mall. Beyond the need to get laid, there is little real reason to be together with other thinking, feeling adults. We do not need each other to do anything important in our lives, because all those things are performed by strangers, often as not thousands of miles away. Including the sex, if your are an internet porn fan. Which leaves us strangers to the natural human community.

    After all, what can we really do together? Consume. Drink. Consume. Talk. Consume tickets to entertainment. Consume. There is little else to do with other human beings in America than consume. So most of our primary life activity is solitary. We drive, do housework, pay bills, watch television… When we do “get together with friends,” there is little to talk about, other than one form or another of consumption, consuming music, or movies or whatever. We can not tell each other anything new because we all get the same news and information from the same monolithic sources. At the same time we try to fill the loneliness for a real human community that we have never experienced by calling any group of people who come together in any way a “community.” Online community. Planned community.

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    The rest of the article is here;

    http://www.joebageant.com/joe/2006/02/welcome_to_midd.html

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    27th April 2013 at 12:55 pm

  13. flash says:

    @Stuck +10

    Joe Bagaent ..another national treasure. RIP

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    27th April 2013 at 1:10 pm

  14. Nomad says:

    I would cut the millennial cashier some slack, after all, all of the things the boomer lady said she did without was brought into the world by her generation. If things were so good back then why did it all change? The kid had nothing to do with it and maybe his intention is to try and get it back to what it use to be back then.

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    27th April 2013 at 8:45 pm

  15. TheCynic says:

    Things change because there is money in forcing people to buy new things rather than keeping existing goods. Madison Avenue figured that out a long time ago and have people programed to today to mindless buy whatever new product hits the store shelves like Pavlovian dogs.

    Go to Amazon and check out the works by Vance Packard.

    Take the so-called High-Tech Industry – it’s one the worst waste makers in the world. Almost everything they make is disposable and not repairable. Those flatscreens when they die need to go to toxic waste dumps because of all the heavy metal in them. The green light bulbs are nothing of the sort, they have mercury in them and actually require more energy to make than they save.

    The same with electric cars. They require a massive industrial infrastructure to make, produce s**tloads of toxic waste when those lithium batteries go bad or you let them go totally flat. They never recoup the energy and resources invested in them. But they make a lot of wealthy, green snobs feel good about themselves. They could have been more green by driving a older econo box, but that isn’t cool. Their friends would laugh at them. The same with buying a 60″ flatscreen made by Chinese slaves in a factory that spews toxic waste by the tanker car instead of sticking with a 2nd hand CRT based TV bought at Goodwill for $15.00.

    See to be Green you have to cool, that means buying all sorts of new c**p products made in toxic Red China by sweatshop and slave labor.

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    27th April 2013 at 12:12 am

  16. Novista says:

    I dunno. Maybe Future Shock affect some more than others. Or some are more open to change.

    This idea that ‘online peoples’ are all in momma’s basement pounding on keyboards (or something else) and never have any Real Life (ref. IRC) interaction is false, in my experience. Maybe it’s different in Australia or maybe it was the effect of the BBS days (yes, chillrn, there was online life before Al Gore’s Internet (TM) yea.

    Australia Day, Anzac Day, any excuse. People across a big country would gather, maybe Canberra, typically. or Sydney, whatever. Or … hey Dazza is coming to Melbourne, let’s give him a big welcome and there were restaurant meets (he loved Lebanese food) or someone’s home, or a pub crawl. Sometimes literally. The Fidonet group I was involved with was, erm, non-PC. We were pariahs, “the sewer of Fido” was a label we accepted proudly. LOL. Not unlike here.

    You could walk up to a stranger, Hey. I’m … Oh. You. Yeah, ripped me a new asshole last week. And laugh together because it was all part of the subculture. Significant others generally wondered WTF?

    One of my IRC friends became my daughter-in-law. That didn’t last but “stuff happens ” in real life. So it goes.

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    27th April 2013 at 8:35 am

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