Sleeping with the enemy
As they say in the article, Greenpeace has to get its fuel from somewhere:
Sure, it needs fuel to run; I guess I just always assumed it ran off Gaia’s milk.
… and yet the point still stands:
Chuckles suggests it’s “sleeping with the enemy”, while I just call it the tyranny of reality.
To me, it’s a bit like vegetarianism or its extreme form – veganism. When you start placing constraints on what we’re designed to do or to go further, when we deviate from the instruction manual for any length of time, it either must lead to compromise or to trouble, often difficult to spot trouble.
I knew a girl whose parents insisted [and she agreed] they were all Vegan. She was anaemic and lifeless on the whole and she’s not the only one I’ve known. And as for not killing, well don’t you kill plants each time you pick or root them out? How does a poor cabbage feel being macheteed in half?
Politically, being lumbered with all this PC narrative guff can only have led to what it has. And each new problem with it they try to fix with a tweak or amendment which makes it worse than it was before.
Onto sailing – there’s a reason yachts and sails look like they do and are arranged as they are. When they dropped the traditional gaff sail, the new pointy sail could go upwind but downwind, they had to have a new, unwieldy thing to compensate. When you deviate from the tried and tested, you pay for it in the long run.
It’s bizarre being seen as extremist or loony by supporting the traditional ways – I should have thought it was just common sense and logical.
So Greenpeace say they’re not against fuel – just the “right” fuel. Ah yes – like BP.
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“Climate change” meetings and other environmental conferences do seem to require a heck of a lot of air miles for everyone to travel to meet up in nice places and have long discussions that always lead to no significant change, regardless of whether or not any real change would make any difference to anything anyway. We are not a very clever species… which leads me to look at your “designed” and “instruction manual”, and feel deep doubt.
Bloody Greenpeace and their ilk. I live in Hobart which is the ‘home’ of the pirate ship that goes off to harrass Japanese whaling boats in the Southern Ocean. And pirate ship it is. They happily buy fuel for it so they can go and ram into other ships that are going about their lawful occasions on the High Sea, which the bloogy greenies insist actually belongs to Oz. (it does NOT). And they extract dollars on street corners all around the friggin’ town from the guilt-tripped public using fresh-faced teens on commission, with the remaining monies going to pay fat-cat pirate captains (the rest of the crew are volunteers, unpaid) and the wicked fossil fuel perveyors who suddenly are worth doing business with.
DQS – yes.
Amfortas – yes, they get up my nose too. And you have the logging issue down there.
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