The rubbish free year is mercifully coming to a close. To celebrate, they are having a party with donated wine, beer and glasses. Perhaps drinking will help to erase the mental scars inflicted by this pointless exercise. But what about the rest of us, who have had to put up with it also? Do we get anything?
I have suffered, seeing puerile tripe like this each week:
The labels are made from card, so are easily recyclable, but unfortunately attaching them to the wetsuit was one of those little plastic tag things, which is about 5cm long, 2mm wide, probably as light as a feather and it is now our first official piece of rubbish.
Kate Valley dump, which desperately needs more rubbish to fill it up so we can build one closer to Christchurch, has suffered.
And staff at dozens of retail businesses large and small, have suffered these twits and their silly requests.
But worst of all, this small effort to promote the idea that rubbish is a major problem is totally wrong-headed. Rubbish is not a major problem at all. Kate Valley is a tiny speck on the landscape. We could fit hundreds of them in Canterbury and much closer to Christchurch. That's thousands of years of rubbish.
The effort to remove anything that rots from the dump is also dopey. The idea is that the dump rots and turns to earth (with junk amongst it) over time. The same dopey thinking leads people to complain that 'dumps don't rot'. Well of course they don't, because of the massive effort to keep rotting material out!
So guys thanks for nothing. How about spend the next year promoting a cause that matters, like fixing up some of our crap schools, getting murderous crims off the streets or sorting out the parking at Christchurch airport?
Rubbish Free Year RIP.