When I’m stressed, I sing. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I need to quit creating songs.
One aspect that is lightly mentioned in my novels, and would make a good follow up short story if I ever have time – the trip to the Pacific Garbage Patch.
We really need our teens to work on this. Teens – because they have the brain power, the energy, the strength to do the work. They haven’t been told no too many times. They haven’t accepted the death of the planet as inevitable in the next few decades. They don’t want to race to that moment. They want to live to see adulthood.
We need them to create ways to collect the garbage patches. We need them to clean up the mess their parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-great-grandparents made.
Then, we need to know if the plastic eating bacteria are safe. What happens when they encounter batteries in the garbage for instance?
We don’t want to create a bigger problem.
Or, like some Northern European countries, we need to turn those plastics back into fuel.
Our planet cannot exist without living oceans.
If all the animals die – through over hunting and eating plastic instead of food, the currents will slow. The tides will change. The weather patterns will falter.
We need living oceans.
We need living creatures.
We don’t want to be the cause of the only living things on Earth being bacteria and viruses.
We need science oriented teens to lead the way to save our planet.
We might not live long enough to see sustainable oceans. They might. Teens are our hope for a future. One we won’t see.
One they, and the children of today deserve. They deserve a chance to live. And at least a tenth of the resources of those who lived in the last century.
Give them a chance to save the Earth for themselves, and their future.
The Greatest Generation. The first generation to name themselves.
They raped the land, the air, the seas. Much as they did the women of this planet.
It was hidden. Deep inside. Pain. Deep pain. The Earth, and women, do not forget.
The Greatest Generation. They used this planet’s resources. Sure to take every bit of them with them.
They took the oil. That kills marine wildlife when they rise to the surface to breath.
They made plastics. That fill our woods, rivers, ponds, oceans, and is eaten by starving wildlife.
They filled the air with toxic fumes, so thick no one could see the house across the street.
Their children and grandchildren arrived. Slowly. Birth rates lowered. Sickness spread. Cancer grew rampant.
Their children became adults and fought to make the planet produce food again. To make the air breathable. Make the water drinkable. Lower health risks.
We made slow progress. As so many did not want to give up the comforts of the current generations. Things. Only things. Things that had not existed in the tens of thousands of years of human history.
Once again, our air, water, land, and lives are threatened.
I remember the Trinity River. It flowed rather like a mud pie sliding down hill. Millions drank from that mud pie. What toxins caused permanent damage for them, and all future generations?
I remember when Hospice nurses were told to flush un-used drugs when a patient died, so they wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. Now, we know, as I did then, they end up in our drinking water. As does RoundUp, and every other chemical we pour into the soil.
Even know, the water is so dangerous, it comes to our homes as bleach water. Too many times, I’ve drank it from the tap. Too many times, I’ve suffered mouth burns from the bleach. I’ve lost many teeth to the bleach in the water we are supposed to drink.
This is the first time in my life I am glad I don’t have children. I would not want them, as new adults, to be struggling with survival. Wondering if the air is safe to breathe. Or the water to drink. If they will ever have healthcare. Or a home to live in. Wondering if their children will be born with deadly, or life-altering birth defects, requiring constant care until their deaths.
I don’t wish this questions, or their unlikely answers, on the young adults of today. I wish them hope. I wish them food, clothing, shelter, family. All things they may lose as the Greatest Generation struggles to return us to a time when there were no regulations.
The Greatest Generation. The Generation that had to build landfills. They throw more away in one week, than our ancestors did in an entire lifetime.
They have ensured that those few humans who survive will be able to mine there garbage pits for over a thousand years.
The Greatest Generation. The ones who left their children and grandchildren behind. A mess to clean up. Little food. Little safe water. Floods of epic proportions.
An endangered species list, that grows to include us.
Towering garbage piles, swarmed by birds, rats, and wild dogs.
Mother Nature has a way of responding to threats.
She has earthquakes. They are increasing due to drilling.
She has volcanoes. Many are being wakened by drilling, and other human activities. Plugging them with our garbage would only complicate matters.
She has hurricanes. They devastate the coasts. Where people congregate.
She is tossing and turning in her sleep.
Will the Greatest Generation waken her full fury?
Or will their children and grandchildren, manage to calm her restless spirit?
I don’t want the rivers and lakes to catch fire. I don’t want to lose the trees. I want safe drinking water. Not chlorine bleach that destroys my teeth. Save the EPA. It needs to be strengthened, not weakened.
If people cared about themselves, we wouldn’t need the EPA.
If people cared about themselves, they would care about others, the environment, and the future.
Instead, we’ve had generations of teaching people to despise themselves, others, and the environment.
Without an environment, there is no future.
No food. No water. No animals. No people.
Share. Care. For yourself first. Then, you will care for others.
Many of you know that I play the My Zoo and My Zoo2 game on Facebook. Have for years.
I do my best to delete the posts, as I don’t want to share game posts constantly.
However, today, I want to talk about the purpose of the game.
The purpose is to teach us about the animals humans have driven to the brink of extinction. There are four levels of animals – first, the non-breedables, who are often common animals, and may not be endangered at all.
There are three levels of endangered animals. These animals have been driven to almost extinction through environmental destruction, hunting, and other unnecessary practices. Some have been to as few of 20 living members of the species before they began the trek back to life.
Without many of these animals, our society as we know it would not be possible. We need them. They need us.
In a way, I wish there were no need to add more animals to the endangered species list. Simply deleting the list does not delete the need for it.
If you want to learn more about these endangered animals. I’ll include a link. In each game, the animals come with a card that gives the basics about them. And an opportunity to research and learn more about each animal. As well as what you can do to help each animal. In some cases, it’s as simple as planting blooming flowers. In others, only specialists can help. Those who have trained to work with the animals. Know how to breed them, and keep records so that they will have stable and viable offspring without genetic disorders.
As much as I enjoy the games, I wish we could take all of the animals out of the endangered categories. https://apps.facebook.com/myownzoo https://apps.facebook.com/myzootwo
Last night we watched an episode of Seaquest.
It mentioned the year 2018. In that year – the oceans were supposed to be cleaned.
Why haven’t we done this?
Our country created the mess – It started in the 1950’s. By the 1970’s, it was well known. Today, it grows.
Every person is a part of the problem. Even if you tie your garbage up tightly in bags for the garbage collectors. Once the bags reach the landfills – they rip. Birds and wind carry garbage to the sea. Enough to walk knee deep, if all of it were piled in any average sized state.
If we want any ocean life in 20 years, we must clean up the mess of those who made it. We have several generations of plastics and other garbage in the ocean.
We need to spend more on science, so that the plastic eating bacteria can be developed to help us clean up the messes our parents and grandparents left us.
We don’t have the time, or lifecycle, to lessen the money spent on science.
We need more. More time and resources. We need the plastics eaten by bacteria. We need the garbage dumps cleared safely. Toxins removed from our environment. We also need to be sure that those bacteria can die out after plastics are gone and they are no longer needed.