Wait. Stop. (Evan pauses the Story Of Stuff video) What does she mean, those people don't matter?
They don't have any money, so they don't have any voice.
Wait. Stop. (he pauses it again) So, what will happen when the fridge is no good anymore? Where will it go?
But that won't be for a long time, right?
They used to make things to last a lot longer than they do now. Maybe I'll get a few years out of it, but then it'll break and I'll have to get a new one.
And it'll go to the dump.
Wait. Stop. (he pauses it again) Are those trees going to grow back?
No. Not the way they were.
Mom, I don't know if it's okay for me to say this but I'm going to say it. I want to start a mob.
The dying bees, the Antarctic melt, the mountains of old tires, the incessant toxic belch of factories that make Batman bobbleheads for Happy Meals. Off-gassing couches! Cancerous tinned tomatoes! Imprisoned killer whales! Our breastmilk is poisoned. We live absurdedly, ridiculously. OUR BREASTMILK IS POISONED. Try and explain even one sliver of it to a kid, just one angle of a thousand, and you'll see the face of the world's most incredulous and urgent WTF.
We have little to recommend us, and we know it. We shrug.
Rasmus Krook is the Captain of the Griffons. He doesn't shrug.
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