We’ll Burn The Rest Of The World Along With The Smelly Garbage

Finger-pointing has to stop. The time to save the planet was yesterday.

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Black fumes rise into the blue sky. Twenty feet away, I wait on my diesel-fuelled bike for the red light to turn green. And for the smoke to stop. At least, this is what I tell people when they ask if I care about climate change.