For some it will be a dim and hungry weekend, not because of the bushfires raging across some areas of
No numbers are available on how many households have signed up, and perhaps the organizers will never divulge the real figures.
I’m trying not to think about the volume of food in refrigerators thrown out prior to “switch off” time. Or did they pop everything into a neighbors fridge, ‘eh? I’m trying not to think about the number of energy-guzzling unplanned babies that may be born nine months hence. I’m trying not to think about the lunacy of believing that if you don’t walk into any business or shopping centre then you have reduced your environmental footprint. Last time I checked, shops tend to keep all of their power and equipment running, no matter if one or 100 customers are lurking about the place.
Mostly, I’m trying not to think about this bit of condescending PR fluffery:
“This is an invitation to stop consuming energy for two days and to think about it.
It's also about the joys of getting back to basics and finding out what you can do when you're not using power. Hey, you might even find yourself spending more time with family and friends. Crazy, huh?”
Think about it?
Anyone who has ever had a temporary blackout – and that’s everyone – already knows exactly what it’s like to suddenly be thrown back into the stone ages, albeit, with a comfortable bed, a box of matches and books to read.
The joys of getting back to basics? Really? Since when were any of the current generations, living in developed countries, even remotely acquainted with “basics”.
“Basics” would be having no home, having no food, having no income. Basic would be not being able to miraculously ramp your energy consumption back to 100% on the dot of 8.00 pm Sunday night. Basic is having to hunt and forage for your own food and kill animals for skins to make your clothes and shoes.
Spending more time with family and friends? Forgive me if I do not need a superficial and deluded environmentalist to tell me what my priorities in life should be, or how I should spend my time.
This is as artificial as it could possible get.
This is like taking the family camping for a weekend; a bit of tickle and fun, rather than a hardship. This is yet another token gesture of the modern Western age, where environmentalists can sit in comfort while demanding that the poor and starving be deprived of industry, because, you know, it’s so darned romantic to be cold and hungry and starving and living on a dollar a day.
This is the watermelon* syndrome at its worst and most insulting.
[*Green on the outside, red on the inside - as coined by James]
I’m so disgusted with this I can’t even write an entire post about it without turing into a blithering idiot.
Did I forget to mention that
SUFFER with your bags of ice!
Oh, was that “basic” and non energy consuming produced ice, was it now?
Update: Am I only person who has ever wondered how PETA members and vegetarians would have managed with just the basics, back in the dark ages, when the only clothing and footwear available was of the animal / fur variety?