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 You got people like this around you? Country’s full of ’em now. People walkin’ around all day long every minute of the day, worried about everything. Worried about the air, worried about the water, worried about the soil. Worried about insecticides, pesticides, food additives, carcinogens, worried about radon gas, worried about asbestos, worried about saving endangered species. 

Lemme tell ya bout endangered species, awright? Saving endangered species is just one more arrogant attempt by humans to control Nature. It’s arrogant meddling. It’s what got us in trouble in the first place. Doesn’t anybody understand that? Interfering with Nature. Over 90 percent, over, way over 90 percent, of the species that have ever lived on this planet, ever lived, are gone. Wooosh! They’re extinct. We didn’t kill them all. They just disappeared. That’s what nature does. They disappear these days at the rate of 25 a day—and I mean regardless of our behavior. Irrespective of how we act on this planet, 25 species that were here today will be gone tomorrow. Let them go gracefully. Leave Nature alone. Haven’t we done enough? We’re so self-important, so self-important. Everybody’s gonna save something now. Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails. And the greatest arrogance of all, save the planet. What? Are these fucking people kidding me? Save the planet? We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet. We haven’t learned to care for one another—we’re gonna save the fuckin’ planet? I’m gettin’ tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. Tired. 

I’m tired of fuckin’ Earth Day, I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white bourgeoise liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren’t enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world safe for their Volvos. Besides, environmentalist don’t give a shit about the planet, they don’t care about the planet, not in the abstract they don’t, not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They’re worried that someday in the future they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me. Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet, nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine. The people are fucked. Difference. Difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the planet is doin’ great! It’s been here four and a half billion years. Did you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years. We’ve been here, what? A hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand and we’ve only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over two hundred years. Two hundred years versus four and a half billion. And we have the conceit to think that somehow we’re a threat? That somehow we’re gonna put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that’s just a floatin’ around the sun? The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through all kinds of things worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sunspots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles, hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids, and meteors, world-wide floods, tidal waves, world-wide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages, and we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? 

The planet isn’t going anywhere. We are! We’re goin’ away. Pack your shit, Folks, we’re goin’ away. We won’t leave much of a trace either, thank god for that. Maybe a little styrofoam, maybe, little styrofoam. Planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake, an evolutionary cul de sac. The planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas, a surface nuisance. You wanna know how the planet’s doin’? Ask those people at Pompeii, who were frozen into position from volcanic ash. How the planet’s doin’. Wanna know if the planet’s alright, ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia, or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. How about those people in Kilauea, Hawaii who built their homes right next to an active volcano and then wonder why they have lava in the living room. The planet will be here for a long, long, long time after we’re gone and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself ’cuz that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allows us to be spawned from it in the first place: it wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it, needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old philosophical question, “Why are we here?” “Plastic, assholes.” 

So, so, the plastic is here, our job is done, we can be phased out now. And I think that’s really started already, don’t you? I mean, to be fair, the planet probably sees us as a mild threat, something to be dealt with, but I’m sure the planet will defend itself in the manner of a large organism like a bee hive or an ant colony can muster a defense. I’m sure the planet will think of something. What would you do, if you were the planet trying to defend against this pesky, troublesome species? Let’s see, what might, viruses, viruses might be good, they seem vulnerable to viruses. And, viruses are tricky, always mutating and forming new strains whenever a vaccine is developed. Perhaps this first virus could be one that compromises the immune system in these creatures. Perhaps a human immuno deficiency virus making them vulnerable to all sorts of other diseases and infections that might come along, and maybe it could be spread sexually, making them a little reluctant to engage in the act of reproduction.

Well, that’s a poetic note. And it’s a start. But I can dream, can’t I? I don’t worry about the little things, bees, trees, whales, snails. I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order, call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron. The Big Electron. Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is, and so are we, for a little while. Thanks for being here with me for a little while tonight.

popeye: (Clint)
Катимся в новую эпоху.
Бдительный канадский полицейский остановил некий автомобиль за незначительное нарушение. При поверхностном осмотре водителя и салона автомобиля, возникли подозрения, и страж порядка вызвал подмогу. У нас тут свобода абсолютная типа, и просто так обыскивать автомобили нельзя. А надо иметь веские основания. Приехала подмога со специально обученной собачкой, которая ищет дурь. Собачка запах дури обнаружила и сообщила об этом полицейским. Основываясь на докладе собаки, полицейские машину таки обыскали и таки обнаружили 100500 таблеток незаконной дури.
Отпираться было бессмысленно и парень угодил под суд.
Внимание, вопрос: на какой срок загудел водила - дилер?
Как заведено, ответ тут )

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Жили у нас квартиранты. Молодые китайские студенты. Read more... )
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Такую вот собачку я бы завел.
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А что? Есть-пить не просит, выгуливать не надо, не болеет. Кроме того, помогает в хозяйстве. Может посудомойку загрузить, например. Или разгрузить. Что важнее этих ваших муси-пуси-мокрый нос!
Нет, я собак настоящих очень люблю, но после трех решил больше не связываться. Неизбежная разлука слишком тяжела.
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Первым утром, направляясь в сторону общепита, мы увидели, что на нас упал кокос. Не совсем на нас, но рядом.
Оказалось местный южный енот коати по утру кофей гоняет. Только у него вместо кофия - кокосный сок. Эта тварь, резво так на пальму, кокос штрык-штрык, бум-бум, потом грыз-грыз, и чмок-чмок. Выпил весь сок и - домой.
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В отеле, где мы расслаблялись, живут дивные птицы. На вертел нам их не позволили, но сфотать можно оказалось.




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А вы знаете что че?!
Короче, многие знают, что черепахи есть морские и не очень. Но, оказывается, это не основное различие. А есть таки два подотряда, которые тоже вроде и черепахи, и в панцире, и голову прячут... Вот тут и разница.
Наши простые советские черепахи голову втягивают, за счет сокращения позвоночника, или как улитка (у которой вообще нет позвоночника). Называются они просто скрытошейные. А буржуйские голову складывают поворотом шеи в сторону, и тоже получается под панцирь. Эти уже бокошейные. При этом позвоночник вроде остается как положено и мобильность определенная сохраняется.
Вот, сделал с ребенком домашнее задание, да...

вот он

Aug. 6th, 2017 10:02 am
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Котег Тюлен!

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Всякие рыбки, мядузы и креведкоRead more... )

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Вот еще никак с картинками не разберусь. Закачал сюда фоту, скопировал ссылку, вставил в пост... Ничего не видно. Вопросительный знак один только...
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Недавно ходили на детский ДР. Детишкам было предложено разрисовать гипсовую фигурку, а потом получить ее уже в виде изделия. Детское творчество остается пусть у детей, а я погулял по лавке.

Фигурок дико много, по тематикам всяческим и интересам. Взрослые дяди и тети приходят, покупают, раскрашивают, обжигают и... Read more... )

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Идешь, бывает, с утреца в спортзал, а там... Утке!Read more... )
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Прошу прощения за качество. С телефона...

Года полтора назад мы заходили в эту шину, там на кучке ковриков мирно спал котик. Всем позволял себя гладить. Сегодня - в погоне за коньками - зашли туда снова. Нас встречала такая вывеска:
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