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The stupifying sum of all parts…

Every time someone pushes a button to roll down their car window or opens their car door to dump more sh-t along our streets, it represents another microscopic act of eco-terrorism. A strong term, but not without merit. Minuscule in scope but it all adds up.

Every one of the stupifying photos below represent more than four dozen single acts of dumbness, hubris and carelessness. As for the sum of all parts, it’s in the final photo. Look closely – every Budweiser and Bud Light can, every Gatorade bottle, every McDonald’s wrapper, every Target bag, every Camel cigarette box, every Nature Valley Granola wrapper – it’s all there. By the end of my walk I could hardly muster a WTF? or I don’t GAS. More than anything, it’s just damned depressing.


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About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I was a writer by trade so one would think letters would come easily for me. It is so now, but wasn't always that way. Indeed, the first letter was written the Monday after Ellen started her freshman year in college. For years I've wondered - with no good answers - why I swiveled my office chair toward my computer screen to fire up a word processing document for that first letter. I just don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was the angst of separation or wanting to say things that had gone unsaid at that moment when we parted ways in front of her college dormitory. What was a one-off became habitual. When her brother Reid enrolled in the same college, his name was added to the salutation line. They were kids then and are adults now. No matter. The letter writing habit remains so today. I live in Brevard, North Carolina. I'm well away from where they live and don't see them nearly as often as I'd like. That's why letters, at least to me, fill the void of distance. The pages give me something to say and the space to say it. There is no assurance they read the letters; indeed, I have never asked if they do so. With the pace of their busy lives who could blame them for letting a letter sit unopened? Over time, it has dawned on me that the letters are both communicative - and cathartic. By nature, letters are about the writer; the writer can only write about their situation. Perhaps that is as it should be. It's all about the here and now from one person's perspective.

4 Comments on The stupifying sum of all parts…

  1. Mort Mortensen // June 10, 2013 at 5:41 pm // Reply

    The really irritating thing is that most of this crap doesn’t get accidently blown out the car window; this stuff is TOSSED. Hubris is right… eco-terrorism too.

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