Christ, I have plastic bags that are literally decades old. Who knows what toxins they're releasing into my food. I don't care.
I wasn't going to post about this, but what the hell: A while ago, I watched one of those dumb reality show/documentary things BBC America likes so much that involved a bunch of people living in a dump and surviving off what they could find there. Most of the show was pretty dopey, but one thing did strike home for me: When the so-called carbon footprint of each participant was calculated, the difference between the most virtuous of the group, a young student madly committed to causes environmental and dedicated to self-denial and another young fellow who couldn't care less about the world around him was very, very small. The reason? Neither of them drove, and that alone made both of them madly less intrusive on the world than anyone else in the group.
Then there was another revelation: Apparently, for us to prevent the world from ending each of our carbon footprints should not exceed 2,000 metric tons, whereas even the holy, self-abnegating student's was 2,500--to which another 5,000 tons was automatically added because of all the services supplied in an industrialized nation. So no matter how good any in this case British individual is, there's no hope in hell.
Now, obviously, one piece of BBC fluff does not count as incontrovertible evidence, but there's a lot of other doomsaying out there that claims much the same, so, when you come down to it, anything we do is just ever-so-slightly delaying the inevitable. That said, of course we should all do as much as we can.
When you come down to it, the Church of Euthanasia is on the right track.