For starters, your vehicle drives quite a bit. Yup, that luxury ride you indulge in to glamorously get from A to A to somewhere, has repercussions. Hard to believe? There is the pollution thing. It's pretty fucking serious I hear. Carbon Monoxide, Carbon Dioxide, Hydrocarbons. Oh, you think these are harmless. Think again. These are poisons. Your vehicle spits this shit out and mixes with all the other like shit in the air and it drifts. Drifts into your neighbourhood, your house and your lungs. The more cars, the more we suck on. Ask this simple question, Do you need a car? Really? Need? Being a lazy, fat shit that can’t walk, ride a bike or take a bus is not really an excuse... Anymore.
And this extends to your fucking ridiculous quads and skidoo’s and dirt bike life killers. Sure it may be fun to rip up the trail and be a hot shot for your bro's but that beast you ride is leaking oil and metals and noxious shit all over the place. Isn’t it nice to see that woodpecker in the tree, bouncing around…pecking. Well Fuck You, cause you kill them. Every time you blast up the bush with your preposterous machines you bury a knife into natures kidneys. Good job leaving a fuckin’ wasteland for future generations because you like to “ go hard!”
These types of recreational activities may fuel some lust you have to destroy, maim or just be a cock, but we are all in this shit together and I am sick of hearing, seeing and tasting your gas powered adventures whenever I go for a hike. This applies to you boaters too. You guys really suck. Its clowns like you that would make animals really hate us if they had the capacity, but then again, if animals rose up you would just shoot 'em with your illegal semi-auto rifle wouldn't you? Yeah, thats what I thought. So let's move on to another pathetic past time for shit heads.
Sports can be a distraction and a time killer, a buddy bonding event or even just something (anything) to talk to the guys about at work and at the bar. Sports do nothing for you. Zero. Being able to discuss the merits of some douche bag in relation to another douche athlete, while your kids dream you would spend the time actually playing with them, does not enhance you as a human being. The Romans loved sports and they knew the hold it had over the masses. They included the lovely displays of Gladiator deaths and the slaughter of countless animals from the far flung reaches of the empire. Of course, our death sports are seemingly tamer, but the money flow surrounding it all motivates the lions, tigers and murders to do what it takes to get that loot from your pocket. Think of all the time you spend watching, discussing and obsessing about meaningless sports. Are you actually afraid to do something productive? I guess developing yourself into a physically and mentally strong and diverse human being is secondary to watching sweaty men bump and grind. When you lay on your deathbed, if you happen to be so lucky, you will not think of the game in ’07 when so and so scored with 10 seconds left…this I promise you.
While I could go on, the whole point is to be conscious of what you are doing instead of just chomping on hay like a fat, useless cow. Look around and try something different, you may even feel like you’re alive. For the ones that made it this far but consider themselves to be fairly conscientious in their role and try to leave as little an imprint as possible, you can always do more. There really is a battle out there and while it seems pretty obvious that we destroyed the planet, at least we can drag out the onset of a complete Mad Max rape, pillage hell that is no doubt in our future. Communicating the seriousness of the environmental situations we all face may rattle or shake many a Joe, but some kind of movement in any direction can avert the dominance of a completely lethargic population that simply waits to die.