Stop Pushing Pork for Corporate Polluters!
Aside from trying to make the guards laugh in front of Buckingham Palace or hanging around Soho watching Ola Onabule perform at Ronnie Scott’s, one of my favorite things to do in London is to ride around on the double-decker busses and smell the fumes because it smells just like French fries and do you know why? It smells like French fries because some of those busses use biofuels made from the old oil of potato chips grease. But did you know that a recent study suggests that the production of biofuel from cooking oils causes 70% more greenhouse gas than those caused by fossil fuels?
That’s right. I just read here that there is a ‘full cycle’ of new studies showing that biofuels actually cause more pollution than fossil fuel. Plus, once the oil is put into the fuel tanks, it’s no longer good to cook with. So what I want to know is “why”? Why is perfectly good food being used in our gas tanks that we could all be eating?
Everbody is trying to invent ways to run cars and trucks and busses because the planet is running out of oil but what I want to know is, why doesn’t everybody just start taking the train, riding their bikes and walking more and just say “NO” to food guzzling and intoxicated vechicles drunk on ethanol? ANOTHER highly suspicious problem -- perhaps the deepest of all --- is when politicians like John McCain want to reward offenders by pushing a lot – I mean A LOT of pork at corporate polluters! How this helps save the world’s bacon, I am not exactly sure………
And why does Al Gore say John McCain should be trusted on climate change? Could it be that he, too, has a special, unhealthy interest in PORK? Hmmmm.
Anyway, Soho is a wonderful place. I could always walk from 2Truthy’s aunt’s residence in Belgravia to Victoria Station and then take the tube to Leicester Square and get a little exercise but instead, I enjoy taking the bus because it’s more fun and then I don’t have to sweat. Besides, it rains a lot in England and I’d rather show up to the clubs au natural, sans a brolly and trenchcoat so walking is not always expedient.
Back to riding the double-decker busses. It’s all so delightful. Not only does the conductor let me run around and sing on the upper deck and hang my snout out the window, but the bus passengers are much friendlier and less cranky than all of those stuffy accountants and Versace clad carbon-cap traders who ride the tubes. But when I’m riding on the bus, it doesn’t really matter that most of the passengers don’t speak English, because when traveling, the universal language is the “smile” which, in my case, I have to be very careful about in order not to be misunderstood. One time, I smiled at an old lady who, I think, might have been a Croatian gypsy. Anyway, she thought I was smiling at her in order to take her seat so she slammed her handbag at my head and then her bottle of Scotch fell out. When I tried to pick it up and hand it to her, she screamed obscenities and then the driver pulled over and threw me right off the bus, shouting “pull that bloody hell again on my bus and next time I’ll drop you at the Tower of London and see you’re locked up!”
Now, whenever I ride the double-decker busses, I just pretend I don’t see old ladies (even when I do) and just keep staring out the window at all of the wonderful sights to see in London. But now, it appears we have bigger fish (NOT PORK) to fry back here in the States.
Here is a link for everybody to join the growing grassroots campaign for sensible global warming legislation. Take action now. Help keep the pork out of the greedy hands and gullets of those politicians who would rather feed French fries to vehicles than to the masses.