Litterpigs, beware!

I prefer the term litterpigs to litterbugs. Litterbug sounds harmless, almost cute. Litterpig creates a different image.

As you drive down the road you will see an amazing assortment of bags, cans, bottles and general trash that litterpigs have left for you and me to enjoy. A fairly common sight is the big MacDonald’s bag stuffed with discarded wrappings.

Beer cans is another one. Not soda cans, mind you, but beer cans. This indicates that the perpetrator is old enough to know better. He just doesn’t care.

You will note that they are not trying to hide the trash. Nobody is taking it deep into the woods where it won’t be seen. It is left right in your face as if to say “Take that!”

Litterpigs are the epitome of consumerism. Their first priority is self-gratification, as much and as fast as possible. No time to deal with the packaging, just throw it aside and keep moving. They are human locusts moving across the landscape, devouring everything in sight and leaving devastation in their wake.

A close relative is the waterpig. The human race always seems to need water. It is used for two main things: We drink it and we throw our refuse into it. A lot of beer cans are in the streams.

What is worse, we dump our sewage into it. We prefer running water so that it is carried away … from us (let the downstream neighbor watch out for himself). However, in a pinch we will settle for a large body of water so that it is diluted sufficiently so as to not be noticeable. This only works for so long.

A lot of those old summer cottages just ran a pipe down to the lake.  The last time I checked, we were still dumping  garbage and sewage into the oceans. There is a huge, swirling mass of trash in the Pacific. Many lakes are no longer safe to swim in due to high bacteria counts, and I don’t think the fish are responsible. Well, sometimes the geese help out.

For some the world is their oyster; for others it is a trash receptacle. I guess the last group hasn’t made the connection that if you live in your own trash, that’s what you are. Maybe we should bring back those compactors?

Bill Abrams lives a clean life (as much as is possible) in Pine Plains.
 

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