I see in Wikipedia you were born in 1954. I was born in 1947. So I'm seven years older than you. Which means I have a lot of trouble with this idea: I wrestled with the thought of having one child in the late seventies, seeing how fucked up the world was then. Why bring another human being, who would himself consume vast quantities of natural resources, into a world that was already barreling down the railroad tracks to hell?
You on the other hand, something like seven years after that, had no trouble cranking out six children. So your progeny, who I'm sure are very nice people, are consuming at least six times the resources that mine consumes. I say "at least," because mine is living on something like the income of a chipmunk in Costa Rica, while he finishes his degree in environmental geography. (I will ignore the fact that I come from a family of seven, and you from a family of eleven, since that was evidently beyond our control, and more likely related to the fat ass in the Vatican with a penis looking hat on his head. But I won't name names, because I don't want to offend anyone.)
Now here we are in the Year of Our Lord and yet-to-arrive Savior, 2007, and I don't hear so much as a squeak from you about overpopulation and the carrying capacity of Planet Earth. Honestly, Robert, I'm the kinda guy who likes to see 2 + 2 = 4, and unless you can explain this sort of stuff, I'd say you're the kinda of guy who likes to see 2 + 2 = 3. Or 5. Or 3.9. Or 4.1. But I think you get the idea.
So although I don't particularly care about your heroin use and the needle they found stuck in your arm, while you were unconscious in an airplane bathroom in 1983-the same time I was busting my balls teaching third grade-and building an earth-sheltered, solar-heated and powered home on two teacher starting salaries, my suggestion is that you go find another needle and stick it up your ass.
Now Frances! If you'll check your records, you'll discover that I have, not so long ago, made a donation to the NRDC. I like the fundamental idea of protecting our natural resources. Hell, I've been arguing that we should do that since 1970 or so.
Jesus Christ on a firecracker!
Are you guys so dumb you have yet to figure out that George Bush is insane? I mean literally insane? Absolutely disconnected from reality, and doing the same damn things over and over and hoping for different results?
Dude, he is a deranged 12 year-old child in a 60 year old body, screaming for attention. He enjoys killing. I mean can you imagine, mocking a woman pleading for mercy on death row? And did you see the article the other day where he almost ran over a bunch of reporters in a huge tractor, while he was laughing his ass off way high up in the plush mini-environment of the cab?
And that's not to mention starting an insane war (all wars are insane, but this happens to be the most insane) that's killed well over half a million people. And now he's champing at the bit to do more killing! As I said elsewhere, this cretin of a child WILL use nuclear weapons like firecrackers. Protecting our resources is great, but not when we're using them to blow the sh*t out of our fellow humans halfway around the world.
George Bush is a very sick, sick and pathetic soul, and he has attracted many like souls around him. Or didn't you know that?
Sadder still is that he is the penultimate spoiled rich kid. He was handed every material item he ever cried for, right up to this day, but he never got the love and attention he needed as a child. That alone is a troublesome statement about our society and its values, but that ANYONE takes him for a functional adult really is a few light years beyond my comprehension.
And I see that you'll also bring the petition to the senate... well, I won't even go there. It would waste too much electricity on this here computer, burning coal and adding to global warming.
And now you send me six pieces of paper, valuable natural resources obtained by grand larceny from the next generation-assuming there is one-that go from my mailbox to my garbage can, with a brief stop at my computer (when I could have seen the same "information" in my inbox?)