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The politics of litter …

After Tuesday night, my time as an election prognosticator is over.

What’s not over, though, is my continued push for an environment that is cleaner, protected and respected. It’s God’s gift to us, and all we’re doing is putting it on a path to ruination.

IMG_1940Although they won many offices, I remain disgusted with a GOP that turns a blind eye to fact and scientific finding for the sake of conservatism. That many of those elected disguise their anti-envionmental stance with ‘I don’t understand the science of global warming,’ it remains that it is happening, and a lot of people a whole lot smarter than them have weighed in. My hunch here – and I’m by no means a rocket scientist – is that in a few scant years voters will again have a say, and the environment will be a greater factor in a greater number of races. The Republicans can run, but they and their inept allies at Fox News won’t be able to hide.

Yeah, my itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny anti-litter campaign is the proverbial gnat on the rear end of the environmental elephant, but it is a piece nonetheless of the larger environmental story. If we don’t care for what we have now, when the time for caring passes, it will be too late to act. No amount of GOP 11th hour scientific understanding will help.

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.

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