Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2488

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2488
by Angharad

Copyright© 2014 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“I thought that went rather well,” said Tom patting me on the shoulder.

“I’m just pleased I won’t have to another for some time.”

“The pile of forms you put out for enquiries to do courses here has practically disappeared, Professor,” said Delia scooping up the remainder. She chose to come to assist, unpaid, because she said she wanted to hear me teach.

“I hope it was worth giving up your evening.”

“Oh yes, I really enjoyed it, made me wish I was one of your students if all your lectures are like that.”

“They’re not, unfortunately—and these days I spend more time chasing funding than students for their project work.”

“Shame, I think you’re a good teacher.”

“You can’t possibly know from one show piece lecture, which is light on data and science, heavy on entertainment and propaganda.”

“But you kept it interesting, Professor, and that’s quite difficult to do.”

“We’ll see. If one person thinks about what was said tonight and either complains to their MP or changes their lifestyle to help green issues, then it was worthwhile. But I doubt it, they’ve chucked a couple of quid in the basket and salved their consciences instead.”

“Doesn’t all that help anyway?”

“Delia, it’s already too late, the planet is doomed. We can’t reverse the warming or undo the pollution. As we speak big business is dumping billions of tons of toxins into the environment.”

“We need to stop them, then.”

“We can’t. Most governments are made up of people who are either sponsored by the polluters or in bed with them. As long as they make huge profits, they don’t care. They’ve sold us out.”

“Why aren’t the papers reporting this?”

“They either know it’s a waste of time or they’re owned by the people they’d be reporting. The climate change deniers will tell you all sorts of lies about bad science on the green lobby, and it’s true there have been mistakes made, but the lies told are mainly by the polluters, and those are deliberate and backed by some very cynical governments.”

“The Chinese, you mean?”

“They’re one of the big polluters but so are the US and even the UK isn’t as green as they said it would be. They talk big while it suits them then renege on their promises almost as soon as they make them. They’re all liars.”

Tom nodded.

“Oh dear, I feel quite depressed now.”

“Defra, the ministry responsible for the environment doesn’t have a legal department anymore, so who’s going to prosecute companies or shoots who break the law?”

“I don’t know.”

“Natural England are useless, run by someone who has vested interests in conflict with protecting the environment, so it’s left to charities like the RSPCA or RSPB to bring prosecutions if they can get the police to do anything—often they don’t have anyone with the knowhow to investigate, and if they do, the courts slap them on the wrists instead of swingeing fines and prison sentences. It’s pathetic. Enjoy the countryside while you can, because by the time your grandchildren are able to, much of it will be gone under houses or monoculture crops.”

“Oh now I feel really depressed.”

“Thanks for helping this evening, take the afternoon off tomorrow.”

“What about your letters and calls, Professor?”

“They’ll keep.”

“See you in the morning, bye.” She left and Tom shook his head.

“Did ye hae tae tell her sae bluntly?”

“I’m sick of pussyfooting round, the bastards who control this planet need removing.”

“Jest hoo d’ye plan tae dae that?”

“Education. If we can produce enough people who are environmentally aware, they might just see who’s responsible for the mess and cause them to be prosecuted or dealt with in other ways.”

“Revolution, ye mean?”

“I teach people to think for themselves, the conclusions they reach are their business.”

“Isnae that whit religion does?”

“Good grief no. I’m trying to teach rational thought, they teach anything but. Religion is the practice of delusional optimism over critical thought.”

“Sae hoo are ye gang tae teach a’ these people tae think?”

“I’m going to run distance learning courses in ecology and environmental science.”

“Oh are ye noo, since when?”

“It’s an idea I’ve had for months. It will need to be self financing within two years.”

“I thocht ye were already overstretched?”

“We are, but I’m writing a business plan to recruit at least two staff, possibly more depending upon uptake.”

“Sae are ye gang tae teach on these courses?”

“If we’re giving degrees or diplomas, there’ll need to be summer schools, I’ll have some input then, but I’m going to make more films to stimulate the desire to know more about the environment and thus protect it.”

“Carefu’ Cathy, ye’ll be steppin’ on some big toes, with long arms and even longer memories.”

“I believe I’m right.”

“Isnae that whit fanatics a’ways say?” He went off to speak with someone else and I was unable to muse upon what he’d said until later. Was I becoming a fanatic? Arguably, I’d always acted upon what I believed to be true. The difference was then tried to prove my ideas were correct, religion doesn’t it just builds lies upon lies, myths become gospel truths without evidence or experiment. I wanted to change people, but to make them think for themselves critically, not just follow blindly. If we were to save our planet, which is possibly beyond saving as we know it now, we need to change the ordinary people to see what is going on, we need to educate them and open their eyes. The only ones who would want to stop that are the vested interests, but if we educate enough, they won’t be able to stop it. I hoped I lived long enough to see things change for the better.

“You’re quiet tonight?” observed Simon as we lay cuddling in bed.

“I’m tired, I guess.”

“You do too much.”

“I have lots to do.”

“Don’t we all?”

“I think I might finally have understood my purpose.”

“I thought that was to be a wife and mother to countless children.”

“That’s the payback.”

“Payback?”

“Yeah, like a hobby.”

“Oh so I’m a hobby, am I?”

“No, you’re a hubby, a hobby is a bird—Falco subuteo.”

“You’re talking in riddles.”

“Okay, I’m here to save us from ourselves.”

“Didn’t Jesus try doing that?”

“He didn’t have a university education.”

“So that’s why he failed, arrived twelve hundred years too early?”

“Something like that.”

“And how are you going to save us all?”

“Education.”

“Right—would you care to elaborate?”

“I’m going to open the eyes of as many as I can to what is happening around us. How the vested interests are destroying the planet for personal gain...”

“Haven’t we always done that?”

“Yes, but it’s getting worse. Did you know that the richest eighty five people in the world own the same amount of wealth as the three and a half billion poorest?”

“No I didn’t, but I see my job as trying to help the three and a half billion become a bit richer.”

“Without the eighty five losing anything?”

“I’m still working out the method, it’s kinda complicated.”

“You’re a good man Simon Cameron, I hope we stay on the same side over this.”

“So do I, Cathy, so do I.”

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