"Burn, baby, burn!" I shouted, inspired and amazed. This is the same guy who recently bashed public transportation as a waste of taxpayers' money. And here he was, talking conservation of resources. Saul on the road to Damascus?
In college we marked the first anniversary of Three Mile Island with a party. The event itself of course was nothing to celebrate. We expected to die that day, or in the weeks thereafter.
Still, nuclear power remains part of the energy we burn every day. Like oil, shale gas and tar sands, it has major drawbacks. Of course we need energy. But more importantly, we need to talk up energy conservation more. It almost never enters the conversation. You would have better luck getting my mother out of her recliner than getting drivers out of their gas-guzzlers. New communities are designed not for people on foot or on bicycle to inter-link with people in other communities, but for wasteful, polluting, harmful motor vehicles.
Below it is a sign-up sheet for people who support them. But nobody has signed it because our bottoms are glued to our car seats.
To keep the earth safe for animals (including ourselves) means to conserve, because all energy has dangerous consequences and should not be burned casually. I keep my house at 58 degrees in the winter. It feels right, and fresh, and clean.
My goal is to have my breakfast cereal be the only fuel I burn, baby. Boycott the gas pump? Lame and tame. I'm dumping my motor vehicle.
Gonna walk the walk! I double-dog dare you to do the same. Come out of your energy closet! The children are watching.