Well, that title isn’t quite 100% accurate.
No, duh, eh!
Actually, Barrack is asking me to bring IN the garbage…
In off our streets; in off our neighborhood spaces; and in off our planet.
It’s not too late to participate in Obama’s call today for a National Day of Service.
This, on Martin Luther King Day, we are all being asked to pitch in to clean up the mess.
You know what mess I’m talking about.
And as for the measly four miles of road that my wife and I spent a few hours scouring for trash and a few redeemable cans and bottles, Obama’s call doesn’t end today.
“Damn, you mean I’m not done saving the planet with three hours every eight years?!?”
Let’s just call this the beginning of a bigger task.
Interestingly, our bucolic country neighborhood seems to have a propensity for Marlboro cigarettes, Skoal chewing tobacco, and–big surprise–lots of Budweiser: that, along with a few empty bottles of vodka and whiskey.
Gee…tobacco products and liquor.
Any wonder they tax that stuff so heavily?
And check out the picture, above. Given the National call for Service, how weird was it that I found a broken plate along the road that was Red, White, and Blue.
Your efforts need not be limited to our domestic borders.
So for you far-out vababonders, bend over…and pick up that butt…no, not that one;
The one still smoldering along the road.