Kiss With a Fist

Last Saturday at 8.30pm, we had Earth Hour and all the lights were turned off. I know this because at the time I was onstage, fifteen minutes into my stand-up show and the stage lights started to fade like we were in a slow-motion black out.

I’d knew that Earth Hour was happening, but I didn’t think that Melbourne was participating given that it was hosting the Grand Prix the same weekend. Apparently Melbourne doesn’t have any problem with the hypocrisy of “We love you Mother Earth, just not as much as Lewis Hamilton. He’s so dreamy.”
It’s hard to pretend that you’re committed to saving the planet when you’re also running an event celebrating the machines that are responsible for most of damage done to the environment in the first place.
“Hey Tommy, you wanna come to this refuge support benefit?”
“I sure do, just give me five minutes to finish torpedoing this boat load of immigrants…”

I like the idea of Earth Hour, environmental awareness is important, but if Mother Nature actually existed I don’t know if she’d appreciate the sentiment, because after Earth Hour is finished we go right back to what we were doing in the first place.

Can you imagine being tied to a table and punched continuously for an entire year? 8759 hours of vindictive fists to the face. PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! But then, for one hour each year, your torturers stop and say “Oh my god, look at the state of you. What’s happened to your face? Who’s done this? You’re quite fragile and beautiful under all this blood and gore aren’t you? We should really stop all this… hang on, time’s up.” PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!

If you’re not going to change your behaviour, then that one hour is just an empty and insulting gesture.

The worst bit of it is, most of the concessions that we make for Earth Hour could easily be made every other night of the year with little to no impact on our lives; especially the public ones. The day after Earth Hour, the news showed us pictures of Earth Hour around the world, which basically equated to shots of famous monuments with the lights turned out. Why do these monuments even need to be lit at night? People will still travel to look at them, they’ll just do it during the day. I doubt that anyone’s booking their tickets, flying to Egypt, driving out to Giza at night and saying “WHAT?!? I wanted to look at the architectural handiwork of thousands of Jewish slaves the way the Pharaohs intended: under floodlights!”

Unless there’s some massive emo/vampire tourist trade that I don’t know about, then we don’t need to light up the Eiffel Tower just so people know where they are. Just because it’s not lit up doesn’t meant we’re going to forget that it’s there.

If you want to see the Eiffel Tower lit up at night, that’s fine, but then don’t participate in Earth Hour, the least that Mother Nature deserves is your consistency. If you’re going to punch her in the face, then don’t pretend that you’re concerned, just put your iron fist to work and know that you’ll be the one cleaning up afterwards.

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