
This country is a complete disaster from top to bottom. Everyone has increasing debt because their jobs don’t pay enough, and yes I said jobs because having one isn’t enough to make it anymore. Even with two jobs the basic necessities are hard to grasp. That being said there are obviously different situations for everyone. A small amount of people are living well with just one job providing for them; these people are in a special class on their own because they probably don’t have any kids, friends or a social life because their work, is their life. Now, working multiple jobs is one thing. Maybe that person is trying extra hard to get out of debt, or make a few additional bucks to take their significant other on a much needed vacation, but most of the time it’s just for survival. Gas is higher than its ever been, food prices are rising, employers have always treated their employees with no respect, our veterans are made fun of on the streets, suicide rates are up and our government isn’t on the uptick either. Those were only the problems off the top of my head that I see everyday, but I’m not here to speak on any of those issues. Today I want to speak about something that we all are accustomed to. It’s a task we have to do once a week, and usually we don’t think about it because it’s such a mundane task our minds naturally skip over it. I want to talk about the trash problem in the United States. Of course, globally trash is a problem, but specifically looking at the United States will show us how far we have truly fallen.
This morning I got ready for work before the sun had risen. We were released after about two hours of being there just because of the companies “good grace”, and I will never say no to that because today happens to be Friday. Friday the day of a weekend, the first day of relaxation and comfort after five days of pure agony trying to make a living. Well when I got off this Friday I was driving through the neighborhood, and I noticed that all the trash had finally been picked up. Where I live sometimes the garbage men refuse to pick up trash, and will simply leave it there until the next week. This will continue on eternally until they decide to do their jobs. Anyway as I pulled up to our inclined driveway I seen our trash can, but to my surprise it was still full of trash. The first time we missed them, and that was our fault. The second week the trash was on the curb, but my significant other might have not put it close enough to the curb, and I can’t blame them for not walking four more steps to empty it, and next week for sure they’ll grab it is what I thought. Week three I set the garbage out the night before perfectly on the curb so it would be easier for them to grab; they grabbed every other persons garbage in the neighborhood besides ours. Firstly I wanted to reach out to their management and get someone fired, but a calm decision was made, and I decided to take my trash to a bin down the street and dump it myself (since it was overflowing). After reaching the trash bin I was met with not one but two police officers who had hands on their weapons the whole time. They asked me what I was doing. I told them about my situation, and then was met with verbal action. He told me that if I put my garbage in their trash can I would be committing a crime, and he would have to arrest me. He also informed me that if I were to put my waste in a neighbors trash can that also would also be illegal, and he would arrest me. Finally he told me that the city I live in has to buy special dark green bags so they can be thrown away. Lets run down the list of questions. Why can’t I throw my trash away in the police bin? If the police use funding from taxes to “protect and serve”, and I’m the one paying taxes don’t I own them to a degree? Are they not public servants? Here to help the community thrive and keep it safe from “bad guys’? Second major question why can’t I throw away trash wherever I want without it being illegal? The point of having trash bins and recycling bins is to keep litter off the streets which, they are supposed to be protecting. Final question why does the color of the bag matter in any of this? Trash is trash. Why would it matter what bag its in, how large the bag is or again the color? It shouldn’t, and this is just another way the United States bullies its citizens into submission.
Continuing forward I had to drag my filled garbage can all the way up two hills and back home to our curbside, and took the officers advice seeking out dark green garbage bags. When I found them I was astonished to find out how gouged the prices were. The bags come in packs of ten for about two dollars a piece (20 dollars) in total. Twenty dollars at this point in my life is nothing to sneeze at however, most garbage bags come in boxes of forty or more, and have a significantly lower price tag at around five to ten dollars depending on the size and strength. I had to buy two packs of these “special garbage bags”. After opening just one I realized the scam; these bags were thin, not large and didn’t come with a patented smell, they were just regular kitchen bags dyed dark green. Wouldn’t the point of having special garbage bags be that they were made from a special material, or maybe they held more space for wasteful material, or they make the whole towns garbage smell nice? Well the only reason to buy these bags is so the state can make money off it and upgrade their police cars. I took three of these amazing bags, and went outside to transfer our trash that was in light green bags to the beautiful dark green bags I had just bought. I dumped our trash that had been sitting out for three weeks in the street and the smell was of rancid feces and sewer water. The trash was covered with maggots, flies and other insects I couldn’t make out with the naked eye. As I was transferring these small, also green bags to the official green bag of the area I was thinking to myself “Man I smell really bad”, but I also thought about how ridiculous this system is.

The bags on the outside are dark green, but whats inside of them are smaller bags that are white, green and blue. Next week the garbage man will probably take those bags off the street because of their color. Only to take them to a landfill with the rest of the worlds trash. It makes no sense. They tell me trash days are Fridays and so we put the trash out Friday morning. They don’t tell us what color bags we need or where to find them. Then they tell me that getting rid of trash any other way besides the way they told me to is illegal. Then they wonder why people are always dumping things “illegally”. What do they want another plague to erupt? If people can’t get their trash picked up, and it’s to expensive to dump individually (because the discount only applies if the trash amount is over two tons) where are they supposed to leave their trash? In the streets? Let’s go over some quick numbers I found 52.5% of all trash in the US goes in a landfill, 25.8% goes to recycling centers, 12.8% of that goes to waste-to-energy plants, and the rest is made up of composte. The only percentage that’s unaccounted for is the “illegal” dumpers. The people that can’t afford trash bags that are triple the expense of normal ones because they have a large family their barely affording to feed. The people that have large items that can’t afford to get rid of them because of the fee for large objects.
When one animal corners another and the cornered animal fights for its life we don’t call it an illegal action. The same if someone is beating on another in anyway for weeks on end; we don’t call the person crazy for snapping if anything we mock them for not standing up for themselves. “Why did it take you so long to fight back”? How long are we going to sit back and just let things happen? We shouldn’t have to pay for garbage removal at all. Whether its monthly billing from a major corporation or just buying special bags. Why do we have to pay to live on this Earth we’re all attached to? We all live here, why are we charging ourselves to do what we’re supposed to do? Keeping the Earth clean should be rule number one of human ethics. Just like our house the Earth too is our home, but I digress. My hands still smell like I soaked them in a cesspool.
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Tetrenius
I don't think life is worth living, but here we are. Enjoy.



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