It's the rage, it's the new old thing,
it's mandatory in lots of places, and it's a crock of shit.
In the complex where I live, there is
one recycling bin for 16 apartments. Recycling pickup is once a
month.
Within 36 hours of the bin being
emptied, it is once again full. Of delivery pizza boxes. Amd
diapers.
Lookit, kiddos, some things, it just
makes sense to recycle. Aluminum from bauxite is incredibly energy
intensive. Makes sense to just melt it down and make new tinnies to
refill with Schlanweiser Lite now with lime! Pitch the old ones into
the furnace and hey presto new cans. Steel? Ditto. Glass? Slag it
and blow it.
Paper? Mulch in H2SO4, rinse, bleach,
re-pulp...
There's no real use in recycling paper.
It's more efficient just to use it as fuel – burn it and capture
the only hazardous byproduct, fly ash. Use it to run boilers to
generate electricity. While you're at it, all those flare stacks at
the refineries? Can you say “co-generation”? They're lighting
the night sky to the point that I could read the goddam newspaper 5
miles away. (When I lived with the woman who grew up to be my
ex-wife. Who is a wonderful person and a great mother to my sons.)
Last stats I saw, the City of Houston
was “investing” about a dollar a pound on the sorting of recycled
trash and realizing about $50 a ton. Lemme find my calculator. Oh,
we have a loss of about $0.975 per pound. (I lied, I did the math
in my head. You can do that too, right?)
Back in the day, my buddies and I had a
system. Go to the range and shoot up all sorts of stuff, Collect
brass for reloading. Go to (designated Dave's place) and clean guns
and drink beer (non-trivial note: Shoot first, drink later.
Remember Cooper's 4 at all times. Ammo not allowed in drinking
area). Place all empty beer cans in the designated pothole, where
they were crushed by the simple expedient of having Animal's truck go
back and forth over them. Scoop them up, recycle, and buy lead to
cast more bullets. 'Cause aluminum bullets suck.
There used to be things called
“incinerators”. Big open trash fireplaces. You can't tell me
that with the advances made in the past 40-some years that we can't
make a quantum improvement on that.
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