Please pause for a moment, before reading much further. Ray Bradbury is gone. As a writer that showed the rest of us that “even books might disappear” with the wrong government in power (yes, I’m thinking the same thing as a few other Canadians), he had an important message. And I learned the temperature of burning paper (plus or minus a bunch of degrees). Therefore, an important commentator AND a nce teacher.
Funny how the dystopians (like Bradbury and Orwell) were able to predict stupidity.
Toronto has decided to ban plastic bags by next year. I have this image of millions of shoppers, their arms full, moving like a slow wave down the sidewalk. And behind them, the sharks of the city, waiting to scoop up the stuff that falls by the wayside. Doggie doo will now lay there, piled higher and deeper, and the fault will belong to city council. Justice served.
I’m a reuseable bag guy, when it comes to getting the groceries. I’ll skip the offer of a bag when picking up a few items at the pharmacy. But… if I’m out buying new clothes (including unmentionables), my plastic sack is important. Branded or otherwise. Methinks the big city is putting the cart before the horse, in planning terms. The plastic bag might be common, but there’s reasons… millions of them.
And for the record, my plastic bag of milk is far superior to those oversized waxed cartons that can’t be destroyed (or reused). Come on, T.O. Talk is cheap. A big of thinking even cheaper.