Karamea Ministry of Red Tape # 9

A New Zealand Government Department Authorised by a Covertly Ambiguous and Deliberately Rhetorical Act of Parliament Compounded by a Subtly Implied Royal Consent to Receive Official Complaints. 
 

Karamea Ministry of Red Tape: Staff

Office Manager:  Red Scarlett

Senior Complaints Officer:  Rasta Reuben Jafa

Manager’s Secretary:  Kazinka

 

Karamea Ministry of Red Tape Offices, Market Cross
Monday April 20th April 2012

Celia

Celia:   Toodle ooh!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Can I help you madam?

Celia: Yes!! I have just completed my grocery shopping and I am so outraged I wish to let the world know how angry I am!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  You wish to record a complaint???

Celia:   Yes of course!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    An official complaint???

Rasta Reuben Jafa

Celia:   Extraordinary!!!You distinguish between complaints and official complaints??

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Yes of course. A simple complaint can be extinguished by the simple exercising of your uvula. An official complaint requires justification, information, administration, notification, and rectification!

Celia:   Sounds expensive!!

Reuban Jafa:  Indeed!! Now please avail me of the nature of your complaint. Miss ……Miss?????

Celia:   Fatbottom!!!  Countess Celia Malleable Fatbottom the Third!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Wow! You are a countess!!!

Celia:   From the House of Winza!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Now, what is so outrageous about your complaint that the Minister of Red Tape needs to be informed???

Celia:   Look in deep my shopping basket of goodies!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Mmmm!!!

Celia:   Not my cleavage you scoundrel!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Oh, but so hypnotic!!!

Celia:   Look at this can of baked beans!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Yes??

Celia:   Baked Beans my big toe! These beans were boiled then canned!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    Red Alert!!!  What a revelation. You are indeed correct!

Celia:   And this!!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:   A can of pink frosted whipped cream!!

Celia:  Yes! For my pussy!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  (cough cough)  Of course!! And??

Celia:   Read the label Ein Stein!  Contains artificial sweetener B52!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    Mmmm!  My favourite!!

Celia:    To add insult to injury, this can of cat food shows an airbrushed photo of an innocent fluffy white lamb with cutesy wootsey pink eyes looking towards Mecca!!!!!!

innocent fluffy white lamb

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Mmmm! Obviously …???

Celia:    Obviously butchered Halal!!!! I am a Christian and now I could not possibly eat this for breakfast!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Scandalous!!  I need to make an official notation for our records!!

Celia:    Now look at this purchase!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   A bulk party pack of edible birthday balloons!!!

Celia:   How foolish are the blind, for they will not see! No, these are prophylactics!!! They are for my pussy!!

Celia’s Pussy

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Pink frosted whipped cream and edible condominiums!!  Interesting!! By the way, I am free for dinner tonight!!

Celia:  Oh no! Ferdinand detests strangers!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Ferdinand???

Celia:  Why yes!! My pussycat!!

Ferdinand

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Of course!!  Silly me!!!

Celia:  Now look at this purchase rather closely young man!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Problem?? The prophylactics are preowned??? inedible???

Celia:   You are such a fool!! Now read the label. “Flavours contain artificial sweetener B52!!”

RRJ:    Yowser! You have uncovered a highly dangerous multinational conspiracy!!

Celia:   Bullseye!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:     Mmmm! What exotic flavours for condominiums!!  Catmint, pickled herring and rhubarb!! Such felicitous felines!!

Celia:  What is the fee for my Official Complaint??

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  I will consult The Karamea Ministry of Red Tape Complaints Manual. Mmmm!  Here we go!!  Official Comp F111. “ Senile old trout with no teeth and excessive nasal hair makes frivolous complaint about artificial sweetener B52 contained  in edible prophylactics and can of pink frosted whipped cream!” $5,000!!

Celia:  Oooh! I forgot to shave my nose this morning!!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:  Silly question Mistress Fatbottom! Why XXXL edible condominiums for your pussycat!

Celia:  Oh! Ferdie is hung like a horse! As a responsible pet owner I do not  want Ferdie populating the neighbourhood with unwanted kittens!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:  And ..  um … the whipped cream!!??

Celia:   For my pussy!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   (cough cough) I prefer not to be indelicate, but perchance there is some ambiguity in that statement!!??

Celia:   Not at all!  Ferdinand is addicted to whipped cream lattes!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:   Oh how caring and loving you are to such a deserving creature!

(Bolshoe krasny kapusta – Bid red cabbage!!!)

Celia:    B52 has been banned by the United Nations Scientific Research Division as being hallucinogenic!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa   :   Really!!  G..a…l…o..o…s…h!!!

Celia:     Aaaaghh! You’ve eaten the evidence!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Whoa!!!!! What a trip!!!

Celia:   You cretin!!Hand me back that whipped cream before I call the authorities!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Barf!!!!!!!

Celia:   Aaagghhhh!!!!!!!!!

Red Scarlett:   Mother!!!!!! Your disguise as an escaped Nazi fugitive doesn’t fool me for minute!! That Adolf moustache is so passe!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    Your mother!!!!

Red Scarlett: How did you manage to escape from the Devil’s Island Retirement Home for Serial Masticators!! I requested electrified razor wire, dobermans and 24 hour armed guards!!

Celia aka Rouge Scarlett:   I know all about the scams you pull here at this fake Government Department!  I am going to tell the PM!!

KABOOM!!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   You just shot your mother in cold blood!!

Red Scarlett:  Oh bother! I’m such a klutz!!  I could have sworn the safety catch was on!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   I am shocked at your reckless disregard for human life!!

Red Scarlett:   Do you wish to make a complaint?

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Well  ..  um…   ah….. yes!!!

Red Scarlett:  An official complaint???

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Well …um… ah… yes!!

KABOOM!!!

Red Scarlett:  Unbelievable! I’m returning this Colt 45 to the Supermarket. Why doesn’t it come with a silencer!!

***Beep, Beep***

Kazinka

Kazinka:    Da Bossski!!

Red Scarlett:  I have a secret mission for you. You will need to disguise yourself as a sanitation officer!!

Kazinka:   Will I need detergent??

Red Scarlett:    No just two body bags and a strong stomach!!

Kazinka:   Aaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!!!!  Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!

Red Scarlett:   What ever is the matter!!??

Kazinka:   A can of Fellini’s erotic pink frosted whipped cream!!!!

Red Scarlett:    Yes??

Kazinka:  I am having tea with the Vicar on Saturday afternoon and
I ………..

Red Scarlett:  Do tell! Not Vicar Lothario???

Vicar Lothario

Kazinka:      Romeo, Romeo where for art thou Romeo!!

Red Scarlett:    Kazinka! Please be discreet! The Karamea Ministry of Red Tape has standards of decorum to maintain!

Kazinka:   Cough cough!!

Red Scarlett:   What now??

Kazinka:    Could I possibly have the prophylactic devices as well!!

Red Scarlett:   Right! Three “Hail Bloody Marys” and no pork sausage on Friday!!!

Kazinka:    Starushka!! It’s a deal!!

Red Scarlett

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Kiwi Champ Sends German Hippy Home a Loser

SJELAGJ Restores Rongolian Chess Honour

By Paul Murray

April 19, 2012

Rongo Chess Pavillion, Karamea, New Zealand: In an atmosphere palpable with excitement, expectation, anticipation and a tinge of fear, the crowd at Rongo Backpackers & Gallery in Karamea were treated to an epic chess battle between titleholder Andreas “Andi” Diller from Germany and local boy Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson, who was desperate to reclaim the Chess Champ title he lost to Diller earlier this year.

The Home of Chess: Rongo Backpackers & Gallery: http://www.rongobackpackers.com

Both contenders opened timidly sniffing each other out and nervously testing the respective form and ploy of their opponent across the chequerboard. Jackson appeared particularly stressed as the weight of Rongolian expectation, the goal of restoring personal pride by reclaiming the title he lost to Diller in February 2012 marked his face with deep lines. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead on a mild Autumn evening in the Democratic Freedom of Rongolia as he approached the game with and fierce determination and intense concentration.

Andreas "Andi" Diller (left) and Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson vie for chess glory at the Rongo Chess Pavilion at Rongo Backpackers & Gallery in Karamea, New Zealand.

Conversely, Diller was relaxed, convivial and calmly focussed as he joked with the crowd and openly taunted his opponent with the confidence of a Champion who has nothing to prove. Diller worked the room and was clearly the crowd favourite, whereas Jackson was all business, stoic, humourless and Russian-like in his approach to the game.

Mr Cool Andi Diller and Mr Ice Jackson Square off in the Rongo Chess Pavilion for the Rongo Chess Champion Title Match on Thursday April 19, 2012.

In Game One of the best of three, Jackson sought first blood and opened quickly and had a check manoeuvre on his opponent in three moves, Diller managed to avoid trouble and both players then settled into defensive mode with a slow, deliberate approach to the game. Almost an hour in, the board was still evenly arranged and the game was anyone’s for the taking, however, Diller steadily cornered Jackson and eventually forced him into retirement…Game One: Diller.

Game Two saw Jackson come our fighting, he was straight into an aggressive attack on Diller’s positions…Diller maintained a defensive stance that was eventually overcome by the relentless attack from the Kiwi challenger Jackson, who claimed Game Two in quick time.

Jackson began to win the crowd over to his side. A visiting Australian began plying Diller with fine single malt Scotch whiskey and urging him to remove his hat to show everyone his dreadlocked hair…Diller eventually complied and on removing his hat, the magic of his game seemed to evaporate…Jackson gained the ascendancy of the battle at that point and went into overdrive.

Hatless, Diller seemed to lose his power

Jackson Gains Upper Hand as Hatless Diller Succumbs to Crowd Pressure and Booze.

Game Two Jackson: Kiwi Challenger Jackson levels the contest one all and affords himself a smile, the first of the competition for the stoic former champion.

Jackson continued on his winning way, quickly wraping up the third and deciding game to reclaim the title from his worthy opponent Diller, who will return to Germany a loser, but with the knowledge that he was once, albeit briefly, the Chess Champion of Rongolia.

The Russian-like Jackson was last seen in a state of drunken undress, upside down in a gutter, covered in his own excrement and vomit howling at the moon as he celebrated his win in the unique way fans all over the world have come to expect of him. Diller is on his way home to Germany, defeated but with the respect of the people of Rongolia…well done and thanks Andreas, you are not the champion, but you are a champion.

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson reclaims Rongolian Chess Championship.

Jackson Begins a Long Night of Celebration Russian Style

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Fight Night Update

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson Training for the Big ReMatch tonight at the Rongo Chess Pavillion it’s FIGHT NIGHT SportsFans!

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson Training for the Big ReMatch tonight at the Rongo Chess Pavillion it’s FIGHT NIGHT SportsFans!

Reigning Rongo Chess Champion Andi Diller practices the French Defense ahead of his title rematch tonight at Rongo…It’s FIGHT NIGHT…Rongo Chess Challenge is ON!!

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REMATCH: Rumble in Rongolia

German Champ Returns to Defend Chess Title

By Paul Murray

April 19, 2012

Karamea, New Zealand: Rongolian Chess Champion Andreas Diller arrived at Rongo Backpackers & Gallery in Karamea on the West Coast of the South Island of New Zealand yesterday to defend the chess title he claimed in February 2012.

Diller grabbed the title and the prize of free accommodation at Rongo after cunningly working with double agents from Sweden and England, who piled the then titleholder Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson with hard liqour prior to the match. The thoroughly pickled Jackson was an easy mark for the wily German challenger, who claimed with the championship prize through rat cunning rather than genuine genius and chess mastery, but, in this gloves-off, lawless cage-fight battle of wits and intellect, anything goes and Diller was a worthy winner. Jackson will no doubt have his full arsenal of acumen on board as he attempts to overcome his embarrassment and reclaim the title he considers to be rightfully his…this is going to get UGLY sports fans!

Andreas Diller (right) claims the title of Rongolian Chess Champion from Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson, who held the coveted gong for three years.

Diller appeared calm and relaxed after a two-month break during which he travelled around New Zealand basking in the glory of wresting the title from resident Rongo chess aficionado Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson (aka Samson Jesus Elijah) earlier this year. Diller was composed, comfortable as he worked the crowd and appeared to be complacently drinking heavily ahead of the rematch.

In stark contrast to Diller’s confident demeanour, Jackson seemed somewhat discombobulated when confronted by Diller on the eve of the championship bout, which is scheduled for the evening of April 19 in the Rongo Chess Pavillion.

Challenger Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson taunts Champ Andi Diller ahead of the rematch for the Rongolian Chess Champ title on April 19, 2012

The two chess specialists confronted each other at the DJ Crap and the Big Man Blues Show at a bonfire outside Karamea Radio 107.5 FM and a heated verbal exchange ensued with much bravado and hubris shown by both title contender and defender.

The competition looks HOT for the rematch with a good crowd booked in to watch the title defense…stay tuned for further details as the challenger’s gauntlet is laid before the defender.

Rongolian Chess Champ Andreas Diller (with the support of the crowd) responds to taunts from Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson and said, "Who's the Champ Loser?"

Fight Night is scheduled for April 19, 2012 at Rongo Championship Chess Pavillion 130 Waverley Street Karamea…doors open at 6:00 p.m. and the action starts following the singing of the German National Anthem at 7:00 p.m. Tickets available at the door.

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson responds with, “We’ll see who’s a loser pal…just be on time and make sure you’ve got plenty of tissues to mop up your loser tears…loser.” GAME ON in KARAMEA!!!!!!
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More DREADFUL Album Covers

 

 

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Album Covers that are just WRONG!

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Ken - By Request Only

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Foster Edwards' Orchestra - What's Next?

From: http://blog.tastebuds.fm Thanks!
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Busy Day for the StormTroopers

Storm trooper activities.

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The Green Thing

In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she

should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good
for the environment.

The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green
thing back in my day.”

The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did
not care enough to save our environment.”

She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to
the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and
sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and
over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every
store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t
climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two
blocks.

But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the
throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling
machine burning up 240 volts — wind and solar power really did dry
the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or
sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we
didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every
room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief
(remember them?), not a screen the size of movie theatre screen.

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have
electric machines to do everything for us.

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded
up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut
the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised
by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on
treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup
or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we
replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the
whole razor just because the blade became dull.

But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their
bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour
taxi service.

We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets
to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget
to receive a signal beamed from satellites 3,000 kilometres out in space in
order to find the nearest pizza joint.

Isn’t it interesting that the current generation laments how wasteful we old
folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

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A Dystopian Future: Open Letter to Fellow Environmentalists

Excellent Rant on Environment/Industrialisation/Sustainability & Clean Energy

This open letter was written by a member of Deep Green Resistance Colorado, and was influenced and informed by Deep Green Resistance and the work of Paul Kingsnorth, Derrick Jensen, Lierre Keith, Aric McBay, and Jack Forbes, among many other sources and experiences.

The earth isn’t dying; it is being killed. And “clean energy” will only make things worse.

I should probably begin by introducing myself; my name is Alex, and I’m a recovering renewable energy advocate. For years, I was a victim of desperation and hope; I petitioned and parlayed, chanted and canvassed; I brimmed with excitement at the prospect of “green jobs” and a “renewable energy economy.” I still see much of myself in many of you.

I know what it’s like. I know exactly how it feels to look around and see a world not just dying but being suffocated, being tortured and maimed, sacrificed on the twin altars of profit and production. As a young person today, I know what it’s like to fear the future, to fear for my future. I—like many of you—have read all the studies and reports I need to see to know what’s coming, what disaster is now screaming, all but unchallenged, down the track upon us.

I know what it’s like to want a way out, a path from this desert of despair to something, anything that will shift us from the deadly course our society is on, some simple solution, the kind of sane idea that even a politician could support.

Like many of you, for years I thought “clean energy” was the answer to the despair that weighs heavier on our collective shoulders and conscience every day. It seemed realistic. It seemed achievable. It seemed aesthetic. And most importantly, I thought it would save the planet.

And I was dedicated whole-heartedly. When I was 14, I volunteered with The Climate Project, a grassroots climate-education initiative created by Al Gore to “awake the masses” to the threat of global warming. I went to classrooms, churches and community centers for years, preaching the good gospel of “green” energy, that we just needed to elect some compassionate democrats. I wrote letters to the editor, hoping to inspire people to be climate voters. I went to city council to beg, and organized protests to demand that the authorities swap the local coal plant for some 21st century renewable energy.

I could see it in my dreams and the artistic renderings of would-be developers; big white windmills peppered across the rolling plains and prairie, slowly making their dutiful rotations & smooth revolutions, a clean and green revolution themselves. All buildings could be fitted with solar panels and to a biker passing by, the deep blues of the PV’s would roll by like the bottoms of the oceans no longer choking in oil. It was beautiful.

Unfortunately, none of it was—nor is—true. Those visions and daydreams were—and are—entirely out of touch with reality, for nothing is made in a vacuum.

My dreams didn’t include the tens of millions of migratory birds and bats massacred each year by windmills1, whose deaths are not justified by my being able to watch ‘Jersey Shore.’

My dreams didn’t include the reality that sun and wind conditions are ever changing and “renewable” generation systems must be run in synch with fossil fuel systems in case the wind stops or it gets cloudy2.

They didn’t include the mining of the minerals necessary to build these magic energy machines, which permanently destroys mountains and landscapes, leaching mercury and lead into watersheds.

They didn’t include the radioactive and carcinogenic waste produced by the manufacture of wind turbines, nor the Chinese farmers who’ve seen their land, animals, and families drop like too many flies from the pollution3.

They didn’t include the inevitable dilemma of an economic system that requires constant and endless growth with the reality of a finite planet (and thus finite amounts of gallium, indium, and silicone).

My perfect world was anything but; nevertheless, for some reason, I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that a world run by solar and wind power (or hydro or geothermal or biofuels or every other potential source I’ve ever heard of) would of necessity be a world with a global industrial mining infrastructure, along with all the horrible pollution and problems it encompasses. It would also, of necessity, be a world with a global industrial manufacturing industry. It would, again of necessity, be a world with a global transportation infrastructure.

Now step back for a moment; these are all things that we’re already protesting, destructive agendas which we’re already fighting—and losing—battles. Mining, manufacturing, and global transportation—these are all inherently destructive and polluting.

For the past 5 years, I believed in the “inspiring audacity” of renewable energy with a passion to rival Al Gore or Bill MicKibben.

Al Gore: EggHead?

An Inconvenient Truth: Al and Tipper’s New Digs in California

Yet if we preach a holy trinity of “wind, sun and hydro” because we believe they provide relief from an already collapsing biosphere, where does this leave us?

We call ourselves environmentalists; we call ourselves guardians and protectors, defending against the likes of Exxon-Mobil. But what is it you’re defending? Is it civilization? Is it the economy? Is it the sterile and plastic world you now call home?

Or are you defending—with your words, actions, and body—life? Maybe, like some of us, you’re fighting for a world where children can breathe the air and drink the water; a world where their bodies aren’t bombarded with chemicals and carcinogens from the day they’re born. Maybe, what you want is a world without deforestation, a world where forests are recognized for the living communities that they are. Maybe you want a world that isn’t being destroyed, but is more alive each year than the year before.

In the words of a recovering environmentalist, “destruction minus carbon does not equal sustainability.4” Destruction minus carbon is still destruction, and it is destruction upon which industrial civilization is based.

Erecting wind turbines won’t stop the systematic deforestation of the Pacific Northwest or desertification of the Amazon; it won’t stop fresh-water wells from drying up in India; it won’t stop trawlers from vacuuming up ocean life and replacing it with plastic; it won’t stop Monsanto from “Monsanto-ing.”

Monsantoing…and new verb meaning to sow the seeds of environmental destruction?

Building wind turbines will, however, force us to destroy whole mountain ranges with explosives and bulldozers to get the needed minerals and metals; it will create 5 mile-wide lakes of carcinogenic and radioactive sludge that will seep into the land, poisoning animals and people, and it will kill hundreds of millions of birds each year.

Coincidentally, it will also require us to build and maintain coal or natural gas plants, because wind output isn’t reliably consistent5; hence I find it difficult to see ANY good coming from wind power.

Wind Turbines: Evil Bird Choppers?

Solar is the same way. Paving the American southwest or the Sahara with photovoltaics and wiring the world won’t stop cotton growers in Arizona from draining the Colorado River dry; it won’t stop vivisectors from torturing dogs, cats, rabbits, monkeys and countless others in the name of “progress”; it won’t stop the ceaseless march of cities and development across what little wild remains in this world.

However those same solar panels will expand slave labor in the Congo6. They (I say “they” as if solar panels were somehow more alive and sentient than the very real and very living beings whose homes are destroyed to make room for them) will require a global industrial transportation and manufacturing infrastructure. They will foster more economic imperialism2.

And just like those messianic wind turbines, solar PV output is unpredictable and inconsistent, meaning that we’ll have to keep our fossil fuels anyway2!

It’s time to stop the lies. It is time to see support for “renewable energy” for what it is—the continuation of a dominating and oppressive economic and social system that murders and enslaves people around the world, and that is systematically destroying and dismantling life on earth.

As much as it may hurt, it needs to be said; renewable energy will destroy the natural world as surely as Chevron. There are no industrial or technologic solutions to the death machine of industrial society that is swallowing whole what remains of this planet’s—our planet’s—most   vital and fundamental life support systems.

Before the arrival of industrial civilization on this continent, you could breathe the air and drink the water. A short 500 years later, every single mother in the world has dioxin (a chemical commonly called “the most toxic in the world”) in her breast milk, 98% of forests have been destroyed, half of all men and one third of all women now get cancer7, and the Colorado River no longer reaches the ocean. Neither wind farms nor a “Solartopia™” will fix any of these things.

We cannot afford to waste any more time or energy. We must confront the reality of our situation, that industrial civilization is predicated on the death of the natural, living world.

For us, the question now becomes; do we want hairdryers, or do we want safe water? Do we want HD televisions, or do we want migratory songbirds? Do we want ten episodes of “The Simpsons” at the click of a mouse, or do we want mountains? Do we want “e-readers,” or do we want a world without lakes of radioactive waste? Do we want our lifestyles of privilege and consumption, or do we want a living planet? Because in spite of our daydreams and delusions, we can’t kill this planet and live on it too.

The Alchemy of Delusion: Some believe that if the Earth is already beyond the point where environmental degradation can be reversed…then we should PARTY HARD!!! (Enjoy it while it lasts?)

I write this as an open letter to environmentalists, but to be honest, it isn’t truly an open letter. Many  of you (probably most)will continue to call for these unsustainable forms of energy, despite knowing that to do so is to beg murder upon the migratory birds, the (very few remaining) unpolluted streams, rural Chinese farmers, and ultimately upon what remains of the living world. Many of you don’t want a truly sustainable way of life, but to sustain a functionally unsustainable civilization. Many of your salaries and personal identities depend on “clean energy,” and you won’t dare challenge it. And for me, this is incredibly saddening and disheartening, as I know many such people. So this letter is not written to you.

This letter is addressed with the utmost intimacy to those of you who are like I am; who yearn for a just world, a world without cancer, and lakes of toxic sludge, imperialism, or murdered birds.  This letter is addressed to those of you who want a living world, to those who know in the most profound places of your heart that the needs of the natural world MUST come before the needs of an economic system.

In the end, I can only speak for myself. I know what I choose; I choose a world that has wild trout and bison. I choose a world with mountains. I choose a world where I can breathe the air and drink the water and see the stars at night. I choose a world with more monarch butterflies each year than the year before. I choose a world where no one dies or is killed so I can play fantasy football—and if that means a world without fantasy football (SPOILER ALERT: it does), then so be it.

Welcome to Utopia

Our collective fantasy of renewable energy as a savior come to forgive us of our sins is just that; a fantasy, and whether we want to acknowledge it or not, this way of life is over, and “clean energy” is totally and entirely incapable of saving it.

Industrialism, with its imperatives of growth & production, must be abandoned. Those systems which are destroying the planet—industrial agriculture, the extractive industries (industrial mining, fishing, logging, etc), the fossil fuel infrastructure, and exploitative systems of power—must be strategically dismantled and replaced by independent cultures of direct democracy that are fully integrated with their land bases and local ecosystems. The Earth cannot afford any alternative, for the alternative is to let the dominant culture consume what little remains of the natural world.

Preserving life—in any meaningful sense of the word—will require bringing an end to the perceived entitlement to live in a way that destroys the living systems of the earth. As Lierre Kieth says,

“For ‘sustainable’ to mean anything, we must embrace and then defend the bare truth: the planet is primary. The life-producing work of a million species is literally the earth, air, and water that we depend on…If we use the word ‘sustainable’ and don’t mean that, then we are liars of the worst sort: the kind who let atrocities happen while we stand by and do nothing.8”

What do you want? Because we can’t have it all.

Where do you draw the line? Because ultimately there can be no justice—for humans or the earth—in an industrial society.

Where does your loyalty lie? These aren’t theoretical questions; they are some of the most important things we need to be asking ourselves right now. What is sacred to you—a living world, or central heating? Hold that question close, and whisper it to your heart; it’s time for an answer.

And it’s time to act on that answer, to carve out our purpose and forge resilience, to plant our feet firmly on the earth and defend our only home with our lives; for nothing else will do.

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(1) Canada Free Press. “Spanish wind farms kill 6 to 18 million birds & bats a year.” Canada Free Press: Conservative, News, Politics, Editorials, Newspaper. http://www.canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/43904 (accessed March 5, 2012).

(2) Leith, Lierre, Aric McBay, and Derrick Jensen. “Other Plans.” In Deep Green Resistance: Strategy to Save the Planet, 201-204. New York: Seven Stories Press, 2011.

(3) Parry, Simon, and Ed Douglas. “In China, the true cost of Britain’s clean, green wind power experiment: Pollution on a disastrous scale | Mail Online.” MailOnline. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive/article-1350811/In-China-true-cost-Britains-clean-green-wind-power-experiment-Pollution-disastrous-scale.html (accessed March 5, 2012).

(4) Kingsnorth, Paul. “Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist | Orion Magazine.” Orion Magazine. http://www.orionmagazine.org/index.php/articles/article/6599 (accessed March 5, 2012).

(5) American Daily Herald. “Two-year Study in UK Finds Wind Power Unreliable and Inefficient.” American Daily Herald. http://www.americandailyherald.com/world-news/europe/item/two-year-study-in-uk-finds-wind-power-unreliable-and-inefficient?category_id=140 (accessed March 5, 2012).

(6) Leslie, Zorba, Jody Sarich, and Karen Stauss. “The Congo Report: Slavery in Conflict Minerals.” Free the Slaves. http://www.freetheslaves.net/Document.Doc?id=243 (accessed March 4, 2012).

(7) American Cancer Society, Inc.. “Lifetime Risk of Developing or Dying From Cancer.” American Cancer Society :: Information and Resources for Cancer: Breast, Colon, Prostate, Lung and Other Forms. http://www.cancer.org/Cancer/CancerBasics/lifetime-probability-of-developing-or-dying-from-cancer (accessed March 7, 2012).

(8) Keith, Lierre, Aric McBay, and Derrick Jensen. “The Problem.” In Deep Green Resistance: Strategy to Save the Planet, 25. New York: Seven Stories Press, 2011.

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