I had to watch a speech in civic square today about Urban Services and their initiative, no waste by 2010. This speech was given by a perky blonde who looked like she went through more foundation and hairspray than a brothel full of immigrant prostitutes. Not to mention the slightly aged offsider with the shiny complexion whose botox therapy probably discards enough hypodermics to inoculate Africa against TB.
Then I have to listen to these corporate wannabes tell me how much the environment loves what they are doing. Well, if I wasn’t such a asshole my kidney would have throbbed at this point. I’m not sure about the environment but I’m sure about the Revolve idler who gladly takes my twelve bucks for a tin of DISCARDED paint. Why bother?
They’ve given you a conscience and locked down the resource that would assuage the guilt it brings.
Create the desire. Assert obligation. Charge admission.
F***ing vultures.