Thursday, March 02, 2006
How I Feel When I See
There once was a high-placed princess who surrounded herself in people to meet and A-listed every whiner you could dine who knew somebody higher up to help the cause.
On the other side of the table sat a shy invertibrate who stuttered and skipped when the sun was out and wanted nothing more than a little justice with his environmentalism, a little human health with his long-term plans, and maybe a little fairtrade with his coffee in the jagged edges of the morning.
The stares they shared across the tree-fallen boardroom table could have melted Chernobyl all over again. "I'm sorry," she said with a royal sneer, "but your people are too disadvantaged to be of any service to us."
So crushed was he that he transcontinentaled to find his long-lost Bigger Brother in Japan, and left all that sustainability stuff to the people who could apparently afford it.