Political Peeing Takes the “P” Out of the EPA

In the nearly half century since our very first, eye-opening Earth Day in 1970, the efforts we humans have taken towards saving our planet… saving our very lives… have been mere baby steps… i.e., insufficient to shallow out humankinds’ overall, deep, damaging carbon footprint.

And, as far as the new administration in DC is concerned… it is not concerned.

#45 and Scott Pruitt, his likeminded, malicious, handpicked Environmental Protection Agency stooge are both notorious climate change deniers, who are hell bent on greedily prioritizing currency’s green over naturally preserving chlorophyll’s green.

Instead of working diligently towards cleaning and greening the Earth, their negligence their premeditated outright, malfeasance can only serve to totally muck up our world. Ironic how politically peeing everything up can manage to take the “P” out of the EPA… and in the end… take out the Earth.

Well, Earth Day 2017 has now come and gone, but the frequent, freaky, ferocious weather strongly linked to climate change / global warming is here to stay. Admittedly, devastating hurricanes, tornados, wind-rain-snow-ice storms, lighting, flooding and droughts predate #45. Even so, it is his flat-out refusal to take any meaningful steps towards resolving this problem, which makes him a YUGE [sic] part of the problem. Stated more bluntly, some would brand him an environmental terrorist and all I can say is there’ll be no steps taken in this blog to refute such a claim.

In short, Mother Nature, who takes a dim view on all such dim “leaders”, is now fighting back… and… in the end… will win. If mankind won’t stand down, her attacking storms will intensify until she wipes us out… along with the very same, dirty, environmentally damaging technology that made our assault upon her possible.

My following true story comes straight from the frontlines of the Michigan battlefield…

Packing sustained wind speeds of 40 mph and gusts exceeding 6O mph, Mother Nature was certainly venting her anger. She had timed everything out, perfectly, so it would barrel down upon a vast area of North America on International Women’s Day Wednesday, March 8, 2017. And she did have good reason to be PO’d.

While far too many righties all across America would hotly deny it, manmade global warming / climate change was playing a major role in this threatening weather event. Meteorologist Mark Torregrossa likened these forces to a Category 2 Hurricane.

This past January’s political climate change in Washington, DC was not helping matters much, either. Indeed, now calling all the shots… stepping onto the world stage we could see #45, full of bluster and hot air, thoughtlessly and gleefully stomping his YUGE [sic] “Size 45”, carbon footprints all across our nation… all over our planet.

I’d have to concur with Torregrossa’s post storm assessment. While I’ve witnessed such destructive winds during my three score and two years, this had been associated with severe thunderstorms… the type usually occurring on sultry, sweltering summer days when clashing cold fronts spawn excessively strong gales… if not the actual tornados. But I could not recall ever experiencing such relentless, overpowering gusts on an otherwise sunshiny, March day… not even as a kite flying young boy. Yep, the tempest of 2017 was nothing like my windswept days of yore.

One needn’t have been clairvoyant to sense an imminent power outage… one that would render my natural gas fired furnace useless. Since it’d be far better to start out a late wintertime blackout with indoor temps of 70° vs. my usual, Spartan 58° Fahrenheit living conditions, it was time to become proactive. Starting around 10 a.m., with each successive heating cycle, I began gradually nudging my humble home’s thermostat upward by three degrees.

It was during my furnace’s second run that the power did go out… but, within mere minutes, it came back on. Had some power grid substation’s breaker “smartly” kicked in to isolate an adjacent circuit failure… thereby sparing me? Or had a soon-to-be, doomed-to-be downed power line simply, temporarily, arced back to reconnect?

Well, it was along about 3 p.m. when, all the sudden, my luck ran out. With an indoor temperature reading of 68° the power had failed once more. Would I be getting a second reprieve?

With each successive tick of my battery powered, quartz wall clock, inside… with each roaring wind gust, outside… where no restoration occurred, I began to feel that sinking feeling intensify and take root. That clock and wind were now the only sounds in town.

A quick inventory of my tech offered me some consolation. I could add my landline’s dial tone to my short list of familiar sounds. A rapidly fired off test text to my sister (to apprise her of my situation) and her reply meant the cell towers were still up and running, too. Of course, I already knew my laptop’s house current dependent modem would be dead as a doornail and my connection to the www would be severed for the duration.

With only about three hours of useful daylight remaining, I headed off to the kitchen to salvage whatever perishable refrigerated foods I could. Striking a match to ignite all four burners of my natural gas cooktop would not only allow me to cook but also keep my home warm. Shortly after cooking up a storm, I treated myself to a sit down, dining room table supper where I’d be gorging on ten… yep count ‘em… ten scrambled eggs sided with bacon and washed down with freshly brewed coffee. Within minutes, I had scarfed down quantities that would normally take me several weeks to consume. As for any other items that needed to stay cold, my car’s trunk had suddenly been upgraded into a makeshift refrigerator / freezer.

The changeover to Daylight Savings Time still being several days away, darkness descended far too soon requiring a flashlight to finish the kitchen cleanup. Fortunately, my no house current required, gas fired water heater could still supply all the hot water I needed.

A battery-powered radio tuned to my local NPR station, one that truly provides a valuable community service to its listeners, apprised us of the dire situation. Long news story short… of my state’s 10 million population, I was amongst the 1 million citizens cast into darkness by this massive power outage… one my energy provider later deemed the worst, most massive power failure in their 114-year history.

Conserving battery power being paramount, I soon silenced my radio. To entertain and cheer myself up a bit, I sat down at my piano in nearly total darkness. After locating “middle C”, I stuck to performing songs with “C” key signatures (those that didn’t require black key flats and sharps). As my playing got better, I added songs with “F”, “G” and “Bb” signatures… those with only minimal black keys in their scales. At that point I could truly appreciate the accomplishments of blind keyboard geniuses such as Stevie Wonder and the late Ray Charles… had a better sense of the obstacles these pianists had so completely and adeptly overcome.

After that? It was time to don my amateur astronomer cap and step outside. With such a vast area blacked out, viewing the night sky as Ma Nature had intended, was truly one of this outage’s brighter moments… darker moments. For a moment I had even considered hauling out my 90mm Refractor Telescope but several sudden wind gusts soon changed my mind. I could not risk such forces toppling and crashing it to the ground. And, as fate would have it, hours later… once the winds eventually did die down… that’s when the clouds promptly came rolling in.

With not much else to do after that, I turned in for the night. With my down parka serving as a makeshift pajama top and several extra blankets piled on, my own body heat had now become my auxiliary “furnace”. I did wind up getting several extra hours of sleep since there was little point of trying to cook my breakfast in the dark hours before daybreak.

Oatmeal, coffee, bread (untoasted) and jam were on the menu and once that meal was history I went out to my garage to retrieve most of the food from my car’s trunk. I’d need to rewrap certain items into individual portions because new weather forecasts were reporting that by the next nightfall, the temps would be dipping to the 15° F mark.

Well, 23 hours after the power failure had begun, just as I was texting my blackout update to my sister, the living room lamp came back on and I thanked my lucky stars that I had finally left the Dark Ages behind me. After waiting a few moments to be really sure this was over, I began plugging sensitive equipment back in and flipping circuit breaker panel switches back to their on positions. Getting my furnace roaring back to life was now top priority… the indoor temp had dropped from 68° to 57°.

Considering how it would take the power companies an additional eight days to fully restore electricity to all of their customers… and how there would be many subsequent nights where the temps would be bitter cold… dangerously cold… to have escaped all of that misery made me amongst the lucky few.

In the days that followed, while walking through my lifelong hometown, there was one ground zero battlefield, in particular, that was truly startling and thought provoking… a huge tree that had to have been over one hundred years old got toppled in one of the parks I frequent. In fact, it had crash-landed within mere feet of my favorite park bench… the spot where I normally sit to view the oncoming river… one of its major branches slightly denting the backrest.

I suspect that decades worth of acid rain, coupled with the unnatural, bright sodium and mercury vapor city street lights altered the way this tree grew… structurally weakening it until the windstorm could easily send it crashing to the ground.

This recent, humbling experience has once again reminded me of Mother Nature’s resounding message / wake up call… namely that we humans had better clean up our act before it’s too late. We need to be taking environmentally sound giant steps forward but that would require sound minded leadership and good stewardship of our planet… and… I ask… does that sound anything even remotely like an apt description of #45?

Meet Mr. Greedy, Mr. Grimy & Mr. Groper (99 Word Blog #075)

 

Once upon a time King Grump conferred with his royal advisors… Misters Greedy, Grimy and Groper.

Mr. Greedy advised Grump to continue wallowing in dirty money generated by his dirty corporations.

Mr. Grimy counseled Grump to continue dirtying up his kingdom with the dirty, pollutant byproducts generated by his dirty corporations.

Mr. Groper recommended Grump indulge in some “playtime”, too… keep on being a dirty old man, who degrades and objectifies every woman, whose life (and body) he touches.

Eventually, this greedy, grimy, groping, male chauvinist King irreparably mucked up his entire empire’s economy, ecology and society.

The End!

 

99 Word Blog (#030) Aired TV vs. Cable / Dish

For the past two+ years, rival cable and dish TV providers have been relentlessly vying for my biz… trying to entice me with initially low monthly rates… which will eventually increase like metastasizing tumors.

Folks, I cannot cozy up to ponying up. I prefer “free” over the airwaves TV. True… I pay, indirectly, whenever purchasing TV sponsors’ products / services, but that’s beside the point.

My real gripe is how these abovementioned corporations are damaging the environment by snail mailing me tons of totally unwanted letters. Yes, I recycle… but once energy is wasted… there’s no getting it back.

Life’s Sounds, Sights & Scents

Not too long ago, slow loading websites involved a time-out… mine. I stood up from behind my desk for a much-needed stretch… accompanied by my inevitable yawn and barely audible, exhaled “ahh”. While feeling the comforting, shifting of my vertebrae, I realized it was time to detangle myself from “The Web”.

Wandering over to my window, I immediately noticed the dazzling rays of dawn’s early sunlight… how those beams were causing a dew dropped, flowering shrub to sparkle and glisten. Truly a lovely sight to behold all in itself… but that was merely Ma Nature’s warm up act.

As Her next scene opened… a hovering hummingbird appeared center stage… flitting from blossom to blossom… gathering the nectar for her morning repast. I marveled at her delicate features and diminutive physique… the blur and subtle whirring of her wings.

This feathered aviatrix had reopened my eyes… reminded me how admiring natural wonders isn’t really all that new to me. She inspired my poem to showcase Ma Nature’s grand performances… the very sounds, sights and scents, which have meant so much to me throughout my life.

A wealth of Ma Nature’s sounds, sights and scents is there for everyone’s enjoyment… all free for the taking. Try not to be too busy to notice these wonders… many are easily drowned out by our manmade din… rapidly disappear in the blink of an eye… speedily disperse into thin air.

 

Sounds…

Chipmunks chirp out bird impressions,

Paired morning doves coo love professions.

Geese honk and fly V-shaped arrays,

Ducks quack out, float communiqués.

Birds’ dawn-dusk venues, woods, treed streets,

Orchestral movements, caws, peeps, tweets.

 

Birdcalls, babbling brooks, blend, mix,

To flower blooms, buzzed bees affix.

One-chord cricket songs, serene,

June beetles ping, each widow’s screen.

Winds rustle tree leaves, clinging vines,

Make whooshing sounds, through stately pines.

 

Each thunder rumble, boom, clap, crash,

Downpours pool, the raindrops splash,

Fall, winter gales, numb summer heat,

Fallen leaves, snows crunch, beneath our feet.

Dusk’s shadows descend, still the land,

Night’s embracing hush, doth chill, expand.

 

Sights…

The pallet of sunrise, boasts a blended hue,

Glistens spider spun webs, all beaded in dew.

Hopping rabbits drop by, feast on lush green clover,

Swallowtails, Monarchs flit, both float by, fly over.

Red-orange-yellow sunsets, become dusky skies,

Next, luminesced flickers, pale glows, fireflies.

 

Night’s lightening doth fork, cloud-to-cloud, sky-to-ground,

Bolts strike where they please, to startle, astound.

But not to be outdone, daylight’s adlib show,

Presents a full spectrum, ROY G. BIV’s arced rainbow.

Ma Nature paints leaves, Her full-time fall showing,

Feathered flakiness next, Her wintertime snowing.

 

Connect the dots patterns, grace our starlit skies,

Orion’s Nebula, Pleiades, please our naked eyes,

As do the five planets, grouped, at times, two or more,

Clouds dance with the Moon, in phases all four.

Scopes enlarge Lunar craters, the Martian icecap,

Moons of huge Jupiter, Saturn’s Cassini ringed gap.

 

Scents…

Freshly mown grass, frees-up nose friendly fumes,

As doth month of May’s bouquet, of lilacs’ full blooms.

Summertime rainstorms, doth freshen our air,

Lightning sparks scented ozone, to aid in skincare.

Also pleasing, as well, is sea saltwater spray,

The shady woods’ earthiness, as we walk life’s pathway.

The “To Die For” Lawn

Many of us have seen how amateur homeowners and professional groundskeepers, alike, have attained their manicured, “fine tooth combed” to perfection lawns… lush, verdant, crisply edged carpets where nearly every last damned, two inch, 90° angled blade of grass is standing tall… like countless battalions of soldiers.

This certainly is an impressive sight to behold. However…

The hazardous chemicals used to attain this breathtaking work of art can also, literally, take away our breath… as well as cause cancers… neurotoxicity / nervous system failure… liver and kidney damage… endocrine / hormonal imbalances… reproductive system disorders and birth defects… and last but not least… DEATH!!!

Let’s deconstruct the stages of this self-inflicted, life threatening, environmental devastation… step by step, closely examine how some gung-ho, herbicidal maniacs are forward marching into battle… engaging in their, take no prisoners, flat out war vs. weeds.

In the weeks leading up to the last snows of the season, the lawn care industry has already begun its annual advertising barrage… one designed to get the consumers to march in lockstep… EITHER by signing maintenance contracts with lawn care companies OR by doing it themselves by making a beeline over to their local retailers to buy, Buy, BUY megatons of these “weed and feed” concoctions.

Hard to say which is worse… the stench of this Madison Avenue, madman / adman brainwashing blitz or the actual miasma wafting off from the products, themselves. Let’s just call it close tie… a formidable, one-two, KO punch that can easily get everyone’s heads figuratively and literally spinning.

It matters not whether or not these overly impressionable, budding lawn farmers even bother to read the instructions printed out on the bags of this noxious crap. That’s because the manufacturers have led them down the garden path.

Indeed, they do deceive folks into the misguided belief that lawn chemicals are as safe as mothers’ milk. It’s about that time that another foolish adage kicks into high gear, namely, that “some is good more is better” nonsense. That ‘tude, shared by both sellers and buyers can only make a bad situation worse.

SIDEBAR #1: Folks, I am not making this stuff up. The results of my very first Bing search re the generic phrase “some is good more is better” offered up this article… right at the very top of the list.

So we’re stuck with greed driven capitalists who only care about (what else?) the corporate bottom line. Their goal #1 is to do whatever it takes to augment their fortunes and, unfortunately, in the process, degrade our environment. Ergo, in the end, these nasty, lawn care chemicals get indiscriminately dumped on lawns all across the “free” world.

SIDEBAR #2: I also speak from personal, frontline battlefield experience. On the frequent fitness / nature walks I go on, my own nose has made me aware of entire neighborhoods that stink so bad that I can smell them from half a mile away! If I don’t avoid these regions like poison, their poison will make my lungs constrict, stomach turn and head reel. And just because the human olfactory organs may not always detect fumes outside that danger zone, this does not mean the peril does not exist. To be sure, here, even fumes we cannot smell can (and do) do us bodily harm.

Once the application of these toxins has occurred, eventually, the heavy rains will roll in. That’s when these lawn chemicals work overtime to make the grass grow faster than metastasizing tumors. This deadly chemical mixture then runs off into the curbside, storm water catch basins and outward to underground water tables… as well as into streams, rivers, lakes and oceans… inevitably polluting our entire ecosystem.

Foraging animals wind up drinking this noxious swill and feeding upon unnaturally growing vegetation… the plants which have both flourished and been poisoned.

SIDEBAR #3: In the hours leading up to the day’s dawn I, personally, have seen with increasing frequency how herds of deer (displaced from their wilderness homes due to urban sprawl / the construction of human homes) are paying visits to our cities and suburbs… wandering by to graze on homeowners’, overloaded with lawn chemicals grass. Eventually, hunters shoot these deer and then serve up this poisoned flesh right on their own dinner tables. Need I even remind that these lawn chemicals are totally unfit for human consumption and are inconsistent to life itself?

By this time, the growing out of control grass requires the revving up of the lawnmowers… thereby saturating the air with unburnt petrol and the greenhouse gas, Carbon Dioxide. Any increase of CO2 eventually causes the grass to grow even faster… necessitating even more frequent mowing. A vicious cycle is born.

Around and around and around it goes and where / when it stops… nobody knows.

SIDEBAR #4: In my younger days, I was asthmatic and, although my symptoms have eased up thanks to a decade’s worth of allergy shot therapy, it is still not unusual for me to still feel a bit sick whenever I smell that combination of fresh cut grass / unburnt gas.

Of course, this frequent mowing schedule also causes the fragile blades of grass to turn sickly brown. Then in a pathetic panic, often the split second after these groundskeepers kill their lawnmower engines, that’s when they turn on the sprinklers… and then these oft poorly monitored, irrigation systems run and run and run… sometimes even during rainstorms! Collectively, they waste multimillions of gallons of our precious drinking water.

SIDEBAR #5: Whenever I see these out of control sprinklers I am reminded of these sobering facts: ONE BILLION people in our world have no access to safe drinking water. 5000 people drinking contaminated water die each day!

Since many of our ecological problems start with the use/abuse of lawn chemicals, I have to ask, what’s the big deal if a mixture of clover and other greenery grows amongst the blades of grass? After all, a more botanically heterogeneous lawn requires less mowing and watering so, even in times of drought, it’s less prone to withering and turning brown.

Beyond the global warming and the consequent catastrophic, violent climate change… beyond the perils to ALL life on Earth… the multimillions of bucks blown on gasoline used to run lawnmowers, sooner or later, wind up in the pockets of terrorist organizations.

Unless there’s a drastic attitude adjustment, all the life on Earth is doomed to die just to sate the lawn care industry’s greed… and the consumers’ lust… for the “to die for” lawn.

The 1-2 / KO Punch: CO2 Gain & O3 Loss

Yesterday, while doing my weekly yard work (more specifically trimming my hedge), I was amazed by how fast it had grown. More to the point, it had grown totally wild. I’d say, in that past seven-day timeframe, I had wound up with more than two weeks worth of cuttings to compost.

Now, one of the things about performing such humdrum tasks is how they allow one plenty of time to think about more important things. And my thoughts did turn to greenhouse gases… how humankind has upset the natural order of things… how the overabundance of Carbon Dioxide (a key ingredient in photosynthesis) is the likely culprit for my hedge doing so “well”.

By now some of you may be asking, “Is not a hedge that’s thriving a good thing?” Ordinarily… I’d tend to agree… but…

I did need to run my trimmer a lot longer than normal… which burned up more of my time… burned up more electricity… burned up more natural gas and/or coal to generate that electricity… which added more heat and Carbon Dioxide to the atmosphere… which, in time, will cause my hedge and other plant life to grow even faster… and…

As for what happens next? Just reread that above paragraph several dozen times. Or, to save us all some time let’s just call it what it is, a “runaway vicious cycle”, and then move on.

And speaking of moving on… a warmer planet also means a moving northward, more habitable zone for mosquitoes… more specifically the Zika virus carrying variety. Similar pests also cause a swarm of other diseases as well. Humankind’s pollution has depleted our Ozone layer, too… meaning more sunburns and skin cancers.

In the typical problem-solving mode, science can usually come up with quick fix solutions to our problems… literal chemical solutions… such as mosquito repellent and sunscreen. The problem with these lotions / potions is they get applied to the skin… and then what?

As we know, one of the methods for human beings taking their medicines is “The Transdermal Patch”… these externally applied, little “miracle workers” do everything from delivering nicotine to supplying female birth control hormones.

It’s fair to say that if nicotine and estrogen/progesterone can work their way from the outside in… the same thing happens with mosquito repellent and sunscreen.

At the risk of repeating myself… and then what?

Remember, especially in the spring/summer months we are slathering on these chemicals on a daily basis. So… can human physiology totally eliminate them? Or do these questionable concoctions get stored / accumulate within our bodies… oh… say… forever? Are any of them carcinogenic? What about the other long-term deleterious effects? What about chemical interactions between repellents and sun blocks?

I’m not suggesting that we quit using these solutions… that, in itself, would be health and life threatening. All I am saying is we need to come up with real solutions that treat the root cause of what these temporary “solutions”, at present, are “fixing”. To get out of that quick “fix” we must first permanently fix the environment.

At the heart of our health problems is our need for less CO2 and more O3. Until we restore these Carbon Dioxide and Ozone levels to normal, we cannot lead normal, less chemically toxic lives.

To accomplish that, first and foremost, we must stop electing “leaders” who deny that our environment is in ruins… deny the existence of climate change / global warming… “leaders” who are hedged in by a limited education.

Hell, my own hedge “knows” more about what’s actually going on than they do!

 

Talking Trash… E-Trash

Tech is constantly evolving. Supposedly that’s a good thing. Yet, as cashiers are ringing up the new devices into our lives… the old ones we’re “ringing out” are becoming E-waste. That rapidly, ever-accumulating junk pile is akin to a metastasizing cancer.

It all seems so futile… enough to make the environmentally minded wring our hands. If not dealt with promptly and properly, these dead devices will sicken Earth… and if not dealt with before it’s too late… sooner or later it will be too late. Most likely sooner.

Once upon a time… in the days of vacuum tube radios and TVs…

Whenever there was a malfunction, all the consumer needed to do was open up the device to see which tube wasn’t lighting up. Then (while being careful not to get electrocuted) one could easily remove it, take it into any respectable hardware store and plug it into a tester.

If the meter reading confirmed it was “dead”, it then became a simple matter of buying a new tube, taking it home, plugging it back in and all was well. The E-waste was small enough to fit in the palm of one’s hand.

Even when it was the picture tube, TV repairpersons could still easily save the lives of these devices.

Then… came the transition to the transistor…

Fortunately, TV manufacturers had not given up on that ease of repair feature. The electric modules, which they had invented, were still easy for field technicians to service. These modules then could be taken back to the repair shop to be refurbished into usefulness.

But now… in our modern era…

When that big ol’ flat screen gives up the ghost… when repair costs are far more expensive than just going out to Best Buy to buy a new one… we, the consumers, wind up dealing with broken down tech in three ways.

A. Some of us go the E-graveyard route, aptly enough, storing these “corpses” below ground level in our basements.

B. Others use garbage bags as burial shrouds to promptly, irresponsibly, send everything off to the landfill.

C. Still others turn to makeshift dumping areas… using roadside ditches, vacant lots, their mayors’ front lawns… etc. (J.K. re those mayors).

So… what’s a local government to do?

Mayors / City Councils can either green light the hiring of more police officers to try to nab, in the act, these hit and run dumpers… OR… green light the Go-Green approach… i.e., give the townsfolk an easy method to dispose of no longer useful / broken E-items.

Fortunately, my hometown opted for the latter…

A few days ago I responsibly recycled a literal car trunk full of my broken down and/or antiquated audio/video/computer gear. For me, this was a feel good moment in more ways than one.

The obvious payoff… I had done my part to save our planet.

However… my reward did not end there.

You see… year in / year out as my tech ceased to function, I had stored these components in the same cartons they were originally packed in and then interred these makeshift “coffins” in my basement E-graveyard.

It was as my community’s E-recycling day was approaching, that I decided to give each device one last chance.

The very first item I had “exhumed” was a top of the product line, early 1990s era Sony CD player. As I gently placed it on my audio rack, I marveled over how good it still looked… good enough to be displayed on a store’s selling floor.

I then connected it to my amp, fed it some 120-volt “juice” and once the tray slid open, inserted a CD. However… upon closing it, the same old problem resurfaced… the display screen read “no disc”.

Now, admittedly, what I’m about to say will sound nuts, but I actually wound up giving a motivational pep talk to this device. Hey… in my defense… some people DO talk to their plants, right? Said I…

“Damn it… you’re a Sony. You CAN do better than that! Back in 1991, they built you like a tank… one, which they were about to send off to war! Where the Hell is your pride?”

Well, I then gave that open / close tray button a second try… and still got confronted by that stubborn “no disc” message.

As I removed the CD and was just about to proclaim the player to be dead as a doornail… all the sudden… an idea struck me. What if the problem was something ridiculously easy to repair… oh… say… an accumulation of internal dust? What did I have to lose in trying something really low-tech… a method I had doubted would ever officially get written into any repairperson’s manual?

Channeling the MO of the big bad wolf (you know that childhood storybook dude who had terrorized the 3 Pigs), I huffed and puffed three times into the open tray’s compartment.

Then, upon reinserting the CD… in utter astonishment… I watched as the display screen filled with the track/timing data. Pressing the play button… I nearly blew the roof off the dump with this very song…

Folks, I had, literally, breathed new life into that dead component. True… the other items I had tested hadn’t fared so well… but… hey… at least I tried.

And, since music is such a big part of my life… every time I now use my revived CD player I am reminded not to be too quick to wave the white flag of surrender… which, btw, is also a great way for every one of us to live out other areas of our lives. Additionally, I now feel renewed nostalgia for those bygone, better days… that era, long gone, when tech was built to last… when even home repairs of this tech ruled.

I sure hope I’m not alone in feeling this way, because, if big name manufacturers start to share similar sentiments, that would be tantamount to taking the first step towards saving our planet.

The time has come for manufacturers to end built in obsolescence… to not dole out “new and improved” advances, piecemeal, every six months… all of which, while generating capital for these greedy bastards, is needlessly generating E-waste.

That “Everything Is Broken” way of life needs to exist only in the realm of past story and song.