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Drinking, Energy, and Life: THE LAST STRAW TOSSEL on Reason <p><a href="http://redbloodedamerica.tumblr.com/post/176022832961/plastic-straw-myths-do-you-enjoy-sipping" class="tumblr_blog">redbloodedamerica</a>:</p> <blockquote><h2> Plastic Straw Myths </h2><blockquote><p> Do you enjoy sipping drinks through plastic straws?  Well, if activists get their way you won’t be allowed to anymore.  “These must be banned,” they say.  </p><p>Why?</p><p>When celebrities speak, politicians listen.  Seattle recently banned straws, and other places want to do the same.  “The idea that you’re going to ban straws and save the world is ridiculous.”  Angela Logomasini studies environmental issues at the Competitive Enterprise Institute.  What will banning plastic straws accomplish?  “Probably nothing at all.  It might make some people in Hollywood feel good.  It may make some politicians feel good, like they’re doing something.  It might sound good at parties, but it’s not going to solve any problems.” </p><p>Plastic pollution in the ocean <i>is</i> a real problem, but only about 1% of it comes from the United States.  Of that 1%, a tiny amount comes from plastic straws.  But what about that 500 million number?  Where do they all get that number?  They got it from this child’s school project.  He says he got the 500 million straws a day figure through a phone survey he conducted with straw manufacturers.  The media just accepts his 500 million number.  But the actual number is much lower according to the analysis firm Technomic.  </p><p>Okay, so activists and media exaggerate the problem.  Still they promised it would be easy to get rid of the straws. “If we can reduce something that is easy, that is polluting in the environment, that is getting stuck in turtles’ noses and causing damage to the environment, let’s do that,” says progressive talk show host Ethan Bearman.  “Sometimes we do need a little gentle guiding hand from government.”  <i>Governments gentle guiding hand</i> will either ban straws or order us to replace this cheap plastic straw with ones like these made of paper or bamboo.  “Plastic doesn’t actually biodegrade.  So unlike a lot of other things, paper, for example, actually breaks down into other components.”  </p><p>That’s not a good thing.  That means paper straws break down, even while you’re using them.  They get soggy, they leak.  “That’s the beauty of plastic, it’s enduring,” says Logomasini, “Paper straws are going to break down while you’re drinking with it.”  Paper and bamboo straws aren’t environmentally pristine either.  Paper products take more energy and more effort to produce.  You’re going to have a net negative environmental impact.  The paper doesn’t degrade in a landfill either.  Everything is essentially mummified.  <b>You’re replacing a superior product with an inferior one and you’re asking people to pay more for it.</b> It doesn’t make a lot of sense,” she says. </p><p>It doesn’t, and the higher price is the final result.  Paper straws are eight times more expensive to make than plastic straws.  Won’t this hurt businesses?  “I don’t think so.  Maybe people won’t use straws,” claims New York City Councilman Barry Grodenchik.   “If it’s a $1.79 to get the fountain drink at Joe’s corner deli that we’re talking about, and now it’s a $1.83, I don’t see that as being a huge difference in the price,” says Bearman.  </p><p>“This is what environmentalists will say about <i>every</i> policy they put out.  A few cents here, a few cents there eventually begins to become a burden,” explains Logomasini.  We don’t need straws.  “You know a lot of things in life are not <i>necessary</i>, but beneficial and enjoyable.  Banning straws isn’t going to do anything for the environment.  So what they’re just trying to do is take away my freedom for nothing in return.”  </p><p>As the environment has become cleaner, that’s become a specialty of the environmental movement: spend <i>your</i> money on feel-good policies that make no real difference.<br/></p></blockquote></blockquote>

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Fail, Family, and Feminism: I swear, one more "lol men are mediocre" post crosses my dash and I'm going to completely lose it. Like... is that something you'd say to the face of the men in your life? There is probably at least one guy you care about, whether it's a family member or a friend or a former mentor. Could you really look that person in the face and go Imao men are mediocre? And if not, can you maybe consider that they might stumble across your stupid stupid, stupid poorly-considered rant and think that it's about them? And that's not all. Most of y'all who post this crap consider yourselves to be SJWs. Fighting for the fucking side of right, all that. If you do this-if you constantly post about how men are terrible and mediocre- you're fucking terrible at social justice. Have you considered that your PROTECT XYZ GROUP] AT ALL COSTS rhetoric is completely empty and shallow if you're not willing to protect all members of that group? Have you fucking considered that some men are POC or queer or trans or disabled? If you post "DISABLED PEOPLE ARE AWESOME" and "QUEER PEOPLE ARE AWESOME" every five minutes and then follow it up with "LOL MEN THO, we know how you really feel. Your support for disabled people or queer people only extends to vague internet platitudes. When it comes to, you know, not triggering people with depression, or anxiety, or impostor syndrome? Haha, who cares, there are men to make fun of on the internet! In less pretentious language: your support means jackshit. Social justice is supposed to be about making the world a less shitty place. It's supposed to be about making the world a place where no one gets hurt for things they can't help, no matter what race, creed, or gender they happen to be If you're not willing to do that? If you're more interested in petty, mean bullshit against a group you don't like than helping people? If your "SJ" is more about sticking it to men or white people or str8s or The Cis than it is about helping raise the people you want to help out? You fucking fail at justice. You're looking for an excuse to be mean. Either admit that you just want an excuse to be mean, or stop doing this. Shit or get off the pot. Signed: A queer, trans, disabled man who is so tired of your crap you don't even know #about teh menz #men and feminism #sj malarkey #general malarkey #twitter malarkey #teminist malarkey #(goddammit stop making me use the feminist malarkey tag) #(i AM a feminist) #(y'all are gonna drive me to drink) #the earl speaks拱he earl rants See all 1.279 notes A perfect response for tumble feminist

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Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>

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