Posted on | May 30, 2011 | No Comments
It’s hot, more and more hot… Too hot to get close to each other in bed; climate change is bad for our sex lives. Hot and wet, the sheets cling to our skin; drag us down in a quagmire of sticky sweat. It’s as if we are lying on a bed of hot sand; a bed of tar sands, a bed getting warmer and warmer, and reeks, too.
A bed of sand which dirties us, soils our reputation even though we now try to hide it from the rest of the world. In vain – they are suffocating as well. More and more, actually – a fetid smell, like bad breath, like bad (shale) gas, and nauseating stench is spreading all around. It’s the odour of air pollution increasing by 5% last year. Over 30 billion tons of green house gas – 4 tons per human being at the very least.
We’re hot and suffocating but our conscience is clear – we tell ourselves that the Western World is responsible for barely of quarter of this increase, that China and India are slowly becoming the biggest players in pollution. And who benefits from their pollution in the end? Who leads a consumerist, materialistic lifestyle? We’re all in the same bed. A billion Chinese and Indian girls in my bed, this is way beyond fantasy – this is a lot of people who are too hot, who are glued in oil, who are choking on coal.
It is time to act, to clean our backyards. Still, cities should first let us begin our own individual spring cleaning – not like this poor man who got 400$ in fines for the odious crime of owning a compost bin. Negating the monopoly of garbage collectors, acting on his own to lower his green house gas emissions.
Let us begin with a clean-up in what we buy, what we throw away, and then clean up what we sell and what we burn away. Burning fuel like we do, it’s no surprise that we’re getting warmer and warmer. Hiding from the rest of the world, shut off in an oven won’t help you keep a cool head.