Lest you think your Creative Greenius spends all his time at the keyboard ruminating about issues national and global, this morning I got up early so I would be awake enough to drive across town to Charles Payne’s house on the other side of Torrance, in Old Town. Charles heads up the Old Torrance Neighborhood Association and yesterday I read in my local paper, an item headlined, “Volunteers needed for clean up day.”
The blurb in the Breeze said,
“People who live, work and play in Torrance are invited to volunteer a couple of hours to “Pay it Forward” and make a difference in the community.”
As I get ready this morning to head over to the Lutheran Church in Gardena to participate in this national day of service by helping to prepare meals for my less fortunate neighbors, I want to thank the auto industry for giving me a great laugh at their expense. I about had my Trader Joe’s coffee shoot out of my nose as I read the quotes from losers and failures who speak for this brain dead business. These clowns are freakin’ hysterical.
They were offering classic comedy takes in their ultra lame response to our tough California greenhouse gas emission laws that will now be going into effect here, and soon thereafter nationwide, once the new smart President takes office. They remind me of a condemned prisoner complaining that the noose is too “itchy.” Here pal, let me help scratch that for you…
I have seen the future my friends and it looks exactly like a 76 degree January day filled with beautiful people driving gorgeous plug-in hybrid and plug-in electric cars. Come with me now as I take you there…
And do not let anyone tell you that you must wait for this tomorrow, because you don’t. It is already here today. Your Greenius was there and I have the photos.
I’ve had a lifelong love affair with newspapers. I’ve been reading them every day since the 1960s and I’ve learned more from newspapers than I ever learned in school.
Growing up in Brooklyn, New York, I read the New York Daily News after my parents were done reading it.
When I was 12 and we were living in the bucolic burb of Westfield, New Jersey, I was a newspaper delivery boy on my bicycle whose customers all got their papers late because I had to first read the sports, the comics, the movie reviews and my favorite columnists in all the papers I delivered – the Newark Star Ledger, the NY Times, the NY Post, the NY Daily News and Newsday.
So let me get this straight – while those of us who are trying to lead greener lives, have been cutting our carbon footprints and working with our cities, states and the rest of the USA to help them do likewise, Killer Coal has been playing us for chumps and wiping out all our efforts every single second of every day. Can you believe the nerve of those dirty backstabbers? How long did they think we were gonna put up with that?
At our meeting we all agreed that it’s time to go to the mattresses and declare war against coal until we kill them and put them out of business. We had a vote and then we had a toast. In fact we had several toasts. Everybody felt very good about our decision. We like it when we get to take on bullies.
I hope you’re as happy and energized as I am about Obama’s impending Presidency and his game-changing energy and environmental appointments. If you’re not, then you’re probably part of the problems we’ve been having and your unhappiness is something I can live with.
The Creative Greenius says you can now expect a bold United States policy on cutting greenhouse gas emissions, a rapid shift away from carbon-based fuels to renewables and a science-based approach to water policy and other critical resources. In fact, you can bank on our country following the green lead that’s been set here in California. And again, if that bugs you – so much the better. Change is but mere weeks away.
It’s all coming eight years later than it should, but the Climate Change Calvary has now arrived and they’re riding hard and fast.
More about what all that means to you, and your family and your job to come in our next Creative Greenius post, but first let me tell you what’s happening in Manhattan Beach, California just a few miles up Pacific Coast Highway from my home.