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Name : Robert Levin Email : Mlevin5844@aol.com
Location : New York, USA Date : 15/08/2002

Recycle THIS

Earlier today I received a notice advising me that the recycling program in my neighborhood has been "rebooted" and that I will henceforth risk "serious fines" if I fail to sort and, in the case of jars and bottles, RINSE my garbage before leaving it out.

I hate to come off as a bad sport, but I've got to tell you: In all these years I've never once sorted or rinsed my garbage and I'm not about to start now. I mean, what exactly IS this shit? I don't even sort and rinse the stuff I keep!

Let me try to explain something here. I would never have had a problem with the chore we've been assigned if a vital need to conserve essential natural resources was the given it's assumed to be and if the claim that recycling saves significant quantities of natural resources was true.

But the importance and value of recycling is dubious at best. Summarily ignored, a number of reports (including one in The New York Times) revealed early on that, in fact, we're not running out of the substances recycling is intended to save. What's more--and this applies to nonbiodegradeable materials that end up as landfill as well as to organic elements--even the industry's own published (and doubtless exaggerated) figures make it clear that what the recycling process manages to salvage is of no real consequence.

So while I'll allow that self-immolation would constitute a disproportionate form of protest, I have to say that reacting with less than indignation to so gratuitous an imposition would also be inappropriate. (Particularly when you consider that nowhere in the notice was there mention of a tax rebate for performing what, if it's to be performed at all, should properly have been a function of the Department of Sanitation from the beginning.)

It's obviously not as dramatic, but this recycling business has always reminded me of the so-called "oil crisis" of the late seventies. Remember that? Remember how we were told flat out that after decades of witless gorging on a finite resource we'd all but depleted the world of fossil fuels? Remember how, to be sure that we got the message, we were made to endure frantic weeks of gasoline rationing and reduced thermostat levels?

(I know that my senator then, Senator D'Amato, will want to cut in here to tell me this was before "Jurassic Park" came out and that at the time we didn't realize we could make more.

Yessir. That's an...interesting...point. But, and with all due respect, sit the fuck down!-- it's beside the point I was making. Okay?

The point I was making is that the whole thing was a setup to get us to accept inflated petroleum prices. There was, it turned out, enough oil left under just the backyards of Kuwait's Emir and Mobil's CEO to run our quadrant of the galaxy AND keep Pat Riley splendidly coifed for another century or two.

Now I'm aware that it's not that easy to resist scams like this, even when they've been run on us before and there is good evidence to belie the premise on which they're based. Being mortal, knowing that--at any time and in any number of ways--the most terrible thing that can happen is definitely going to happen, we are obliged to grant at least the possibility of substance to all but the most patently ridiculous warnings of an impending catastrophe. (And, having been handed at birth a sentence reserved for the worst of crimes, we're not only primed to accept the blame for catastrophes, but more than ready to suffer a little redemptive inconvenience as well.)

Still--Jesus!--as difficult as it may be to defend against our innate susceptibility to manipulation, we could make a better effort. At the very minimum we could reduce the frequency with which we're victimized by keeping the batteries fresh in our bullshit detectors and never forgetting that, more often than not, the "emergencies" we're presented with have an agenda behind them.

Recycling, for example, isn't about saving the planet. (And no, it's not even about making money for somebody--not really.) It's about winning the personal salvation of the limited and earnest types who proposed and continue to insist on it. These people are coming from the secret hope that if they suck up to nature by not wasting any of it, nature will return the favor and arrange to perpetuate their existence in some other package once their current status expires.

Well, I for one, don't appreciate it when people conscript me into the service of their personal immortality projects, especially when they masquerade as humanitarians.

It's not that I would, for a minute, begrudge them such a reward. But given its size I think they should be forced to earn it on their own, with no assistance from the rest of us. I can't speak for nature, of course, but if they stopped by my place a couple of times a week to do their sorting/rinsing thing that would certainly impress me.

I didn't say anything about them coming into the house. Along with the trash, I'll leave my garden hose unraveled behind the shed. They're more than welcome to go back there and rinse anything it pleases them to rinse.

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