Scientists love to tell us how we’re killing the earth with our indulgences. One day its perfectly fine to hunt spotted owls in old growth forest with a hairspray-fueled flamethrower and the next it’s a travesty. I don’t get it either.
It’s bad enough they’re robbing us of our simple pleasures, but they’re making hard just to function. If you believe the “facts”, you can’t even hit the gas on your SUV without 312 of these adorable Pygmy Possums spontaneously croaking.
“Never mind our genocide, you have a mini-mall to get to. We understand.”










