I seriously doubt that the main people in Long Beach who couldn't care less about recycling...the illegal hordes and the welfare types were attending the lecture at CSULB.
Lecturing the citizens who DO RECYCLE on the blessing of Recycling seems ridiculous but oh so typical these days.
"Political Correctness" keeps us from addressing the SOURCES of our problems.
Simple COMMON SENSE can't trump "political correctness" in what remains of our City.
Without a coherent policy regarding the deportation of illegal aliens, and the abolishment of anchor babies, talk of recycling, water conservation, and welfare reform is absolutely pointless. The power of numbers will undermine all conservation attempts.
Desalinization plants, and its mark on the surrounding environment are in our immediate future. Steeping in our own refuse has already begun. You can't get water practically anywhere that isn't tainted with plastic by products. Same with fish.
What dirty little outcome of the pro-illegal movement is that Latinos who would have had less children, and been far lower consumers of energy, are now stressing not only our infrastructure, but also our oil supplies. They are using gas that they wouldn't be using, if they weren't here.
So we all pay, big time. Five bucks a gallon for gas? That's the price of an open border policy. Water shortages? Bad roads? Lack of funding for simple infrastructure maintenance? Same thing.
To ask me to consider adjusting the quality of my life any further will have me laughing in your face. My air conditioner remains on all summer. My grass is watered daily. My car washed weekly. My 8 cylinder truck filled with gas to take me to the grocery store. I throw recyclables in the regular trash container. I could care less. I can afford it.
What do I care if I'm helping to trash an annex of Mexico called "Long Beach"? It's essentially their country on a daily basis, not mine. That was lost over a decade ago.
Let's have fun trashing the place while it's still trashable. Pay no attention to the brainless wonders rationalizing the makings of a social shipwreck. Plan for the wreck, and in the meantime party hearty! There's nothing to save. It's a wreck.