I’m going home and dumping my recycle bin into my trash can.
Now I’m going to have to pollute the environment and not recycle today. I refuse to have the pompous windbag tell me what to do.
Ditto. Normally, I am careful to recycle appropriate materials. Today, it all goes in the trash.
I did my part--I ralphed up dinner after hearing the election results.
I just become totally livid when I see this push to recycle. Our generation had solid wood furniture which we inherited from our grandparents. It may have had several layers of paint on it, but it had been around for a long time and still is, unlike all that fiberboard or pressed board junk. We washed our babies diapers and used the wornout ones for dust cloths, stored leftovers in Tupperware bowls. There were not 20 layers of plastic inside and outside of every box, package and can. Soda bottles were glass and were returned so they could be reused. Hems on everything were let down or raised up depending on which child they were passed on to.
Everything was used for something else until there often was literally nothing left.