Santa Barbara lays claim to being the birthplace of Earth Day. Just a heads up: every day is Earth Day. The “earth-savers” love nothing more than to put on a display and show how they care more than anyone else about the world upon which we all walk.
I think old SB has perhaps the largest concentration of wannabe environmentalists clustered in one place. Though there are certainly other coastal cities that would take exception. Santa Cruz could be one.
Recently, the same enviro gang re-emerged to exhibit their distaste for, guess who, Donald Trump, for reopening oil drilling off the coast of Santa Barbara and moving the stuff through the evil pipeline. I don’t know where they find their toys, but this group created a black tube depicting an oil pipeline inscribed with all the usual platitudes.
What I would like to know is how many filled up their cars to drive to the beach to protest? And, if they had electric cars, I’d like to know how using coal plants in Utah to charge those cars makes it okay. And before they left their houses, they charged their phones, turned off the lights and the coffee pot. After their procession through the sand, perhaps they converged on a restaurant that used natural gas to fire the stoves and ovens, electricity to keep the AC running so they could cool down from all the excitement.
Back home they flipped on the lights, turned on their own AC if they have it (t’s been hot; climate change, you know), and sat down to watch the local news, beaming with pride showing the public how much they care about the environment.
The truth is none of those marching could go a couple days without power. Wind wouldn’t do squat and solar is great during a sunny day, but it won’t put gas in the car or charge your EV enough to drive to another No Kings march.
It’s well known by now, but bears repeating. These self-absorbed environmentally concerned individuals close their eyes to the reality that all their luxuries are provided courtesy of filthy oil-filled tankers waddling across the oceans. The recovery processes in the country where the oil comes from is, let’s just say, not as Earth-friendly as it would be if it were drilled in, say, California. But then, the enviros couldn’t chest thump about what a clean and virtuous state California is.
Iran isn’t blowing up windmills. The world will come to a crawl if dinosaur sludge stops flowing. Meanwhile, California continues with its stupid-is-as-stupid-does nonsense suing the Trump administration yet again. California liberals are determined to remain morons just to keep things as expensive as possible.
While the rest of the country is panicking that fuel prices are getting up to $4 a gallon (some states were bragging about below $2), Californians wished for years it was down to four dollars.
I want to see the Earth Day crowd go to rallies on donkeys and pick up the polluting poop along the way. Even little Greta Thunberg has moved on from climate change to “Free Palestine” to Serbian corruption protests.
It’s whatever the flavor of the month is that gets under the skin of activists to keep finding paint and cardboard to whip up more signs.
For the moment the dust has settled a bit over ICE, but there remain strong embers ready to explode into flames as soon as the next round of exporting criminals’ fires back up.
All these people are on the wrong side of common sense.
The left continues digging their Birkenstocks in the sand demanding it’s their way or no way. The result? The poor must suffer on their behalf by way of sky-high fuel costs, exorbitant rents, and trying to create extremely costly energy sources from out of thin the air.
I’m not against new forms of energy to keep Mother Earth healthy. I just think there needs to be a level of honesty and a pause in the hypocrisy for all the “causes.” I ask myself, why don’t we see these silly displays in Nebraska, Missouri, or Arkansas?
The answer is simple; most people work for a living. Away from the coasts live the Americans who keep America’s heart beating strong. They don’t have time for silliness.
They’re the ones who put the steak or hamburger on your plate. Or if you’re a vegan, the corn and the grain used to make bread or granola bars. They provide the milk for your cereal.
Those are the real environmentalists. They nurture and take care of the land. Their lives and livelihoods depend on it. For them, Earth Day truly is every day. They’re not marching against the oil that keeps their tractors running, or the fertilizer required to make the plants grow. They don’t look for accolades or a “Thank You” for doing their part to protect the planet. Because it goes without saying. They’re just doing their job. They get up in the morning, put their head down and get to work.
I can only venture a guess when they settle down at night to catch a little news and see a bunch of people screaming about this or that they shake their heads. Probably grateful they don’t have to put up with such irresponsible behavior.
They’re exhausted and need rest to do it all over again the next day.
The self-appointed Earth watchers are all the same actors rotating roles in the same movie.
Time to change the script.
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