“Abolish Golf”
Sticker spotted in Chicago, Illinois.
A typical golf course uses 200 million gallons of water a year. There are over 16,300 golf courses in the United States.
That's nuts.
Ngl I hate golf and I'm all for this. They put a golf course in our public park at the expense of hundreds of centuries-old live oak trees. Half of the walk around the park you're just looking at an empty golf course. Like 2 people want to play golf. So annoying.
Golf was a game developed in Scotland, where it rains up to 250 days of the year, and where the courses use very hard-wearing grass. The sand in the bunkers is because it used to be played on the coast - these traditional courses are called "Links" courses. The top Links course in Scotland, Royal Dornoch, uses no mains water at all. They have their own rainwater collection system.
It wasn't originally intended to be played in the middle of a desert on lush green turf that takes thousands of gallons of water a day to maintain. Unless you can keep the course alive using only rainwater collection, it shouldn't exist.
"Ecology without class struggle is just gardening" —Chico Mendes
I AM open and receptive to all the good and the abundance in the Universe.
a 12 pack of dr pepper is like a monkeys paw but instead of 3 wishes you get 12 and you can only wish for a can of dr pepper
instead of easily manipulated im psychologically bullet proof. how about that narrative? I was manipulated and condemned to be the sick, disturbed, borderline psychotic, heavily medicated, big girl. angry girl. but I wasn’t I was all torn up from watching cruelty be forgiven with microwave dinners and enabling. Snide remarks to slowly remedy an insurmountable harm, at least in my eyes. I was confused and hurt and it turned to anger when I quickly learned my pain would be denied at best and weaponized against me at worst.
but i’m older and wiser. all my insanity, the storm with in, is placated most days. the debris dress my flesh, so those who see me bare enough are keen to the truth that my personality hints to. i’ve been hurt. really hurt. and i’ve been left to tend to my own wounds. left to build myself back up. against it whilst fully immersed in it. a tricky art. thank god for my mothers intellect and my fathers wit. thank god for my mothers stamina and my fathers grit. if not for them, there is neither narrative to tell. and i’m the narcissistic wannabe writer acting like i’m the only one with flawed gene-givers. no. of course not. but this is the only story I can tell, and I want to tell it. and I want to tell it so well that I learn to live it as an equal. something about courage. something about forgiveness.
ppl be so quick to affirm their trauma and not their power
