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January 11, 2013

What’s important is not how things actually are, it’s how it makes you feel!


Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 11, 2013 1:20 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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My guess is the people that were putting stuff in didn't give a damn so the people collecting it stopped giving a damn.

Posted by: Potsie at January 10, 2013 3:31 PM

The people who would give a damn aren't smart enough to figure out what's wrong.

It's basically the same approach as Krugman's trillion dollar coin. Only the trash can won't cause hyperinflation.

Posted by: mushroom at January 10, 2013 3:41 PM

Laughing all the way to the dump.

Posted by: RPF at January 10, 2013 3:57 PM


Posted by: sTevo at January 10, 2013 4:01 PM

The wife and I were arguing over whether pizza boxes go in the recycling container. I say "they have loads of people sifting through the recycling...let them figure it out". She keeps putting them in the garbage, saying "The guidelines say they don't get recycled." (Even though there are two conflicting guidelines re: pizza boxes.)
So one morning we watch the garbage truck come up and pick up the gray garbage can. Then we watch the same truck pick up the blue can and dump it as well.
It doesn't matter which can you use, apparently.

Posted by: Uncle Jefe at January 10, 2013 4:22 PM

Yes, recycling is a scam. So is organic food, so in global warming. So is electric cars. So is Al Gore.

Environmentalism and everything associated with it is a scam.

Meaningless nonsense to make stupid Boomers feel good about themselves, when they ought to rend their garments, cover themselves with ashes, and prostrate themselves to ask God and their children for mercy.

Posted by: Fat Man at January 10, 2013 5:46 PM

One born every minute.

Posted by: John at January 10, 2013 6:49 PM

One born every minute.

Posted by: John at January 10, 2013 6:49 PM

I patiently sorted and cleaned my garbage for years, and set out the bins for the recycling truck every Friday. One day, I noticed the garbage truck picked it up and dumped it all in the back. Another week, and another week...garbage truck. I no longer do my duty. It all goes in the garbage.

Posted by: Leslie at January 11, 2013 7:16 AM

All those OWS clowns need work. Let them sort it when the truck dumps it on the floor.

Posted by: Peccable at January 12, 2013 10:07 AM

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