Junk, trash, rubbish—our lives are debauched, our natural resources squandered, our native land ravaged in this mad production of metal, plastic, glass, and paper garbage. Who needs throwaway beer cans? Bottle my beer (and let’s go back to making real beer, by the way; no more of this watery green commercial angel piss) in solid, substantial, amber colored jugs that fit a man’s hand, that rest solidly on a table and can be washed out and used over again, for Christ’s sake, like they do it in Bavaria and Austria, where beer began. Who needs colored television? It’s bad enough in black and white wavy stripes. Who needs trail bikes, snowmobiles, electric razors? Winnebagos, power lawn mowers, Styrofoam packaging, bulk rate mail? Ball point pens, glass office buildings with windows that can’t be opened, tract homes made of green lumber and plasterboard? Condominiums with cardboard walls, polyurethane geodesic igloos, plumbing that doesn’t work, blenders, dishwashers, dryers, plastic picnic plates, electric guitars and Moog synthesizers? Vinylite upholstery, synthetic textiles made from ersatz fibers, sour green oranges and acid injected tomatoes and hormone-polluted beef from 3,000 miles away, frozen grape juice, incomprehensible income-tax-forms, short life light bulbs, high powered cabin cruisers on every pond and stream, spray deodorants, nondairy products, plywood ski hutches in the mountain valleys of Colorado and Utah, four wheel drive “recreation” vehicles, snow making machines, Astrodomes, the Dallas-Fort Worth airport, aluminum pie plates, Teflon frying pans, artificial fruit “drinks,” electric typewriters, all electric homes, electric chairs, gas chambers, neon billboards, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Los Alamos? The list goes on and on ad infinitum, and anyone who wants to can make up a list ten times longer than mine. EA
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 16:00:01 +0000