Motorhoming and Global Warming — page 3

Why Is The So-Called Sierra Club, Not My Spokesperson?

I say so-called as the majority of Sierra Club members I have met, or argued with in committee meetings, all live in very large cities that benefit from the misuse of such resources as free flowing water , where instead of pointing fingers at themselves and what is happening in their backyard, they love pushing a pin into a map and proclaiming with an almost religious fervour — “Save the Big Wastusi from destruction by kayakers who leave disposable diapers hanging in trees.”

Those of us that visit the Southwest in the winter know that water also equates into the global warming formula. We are the ones forced to pay through the laws of supply and demand 20¢ a gallon for plain old tap water in Quartzite.  We “desert rats” are the one who are aware that Loss Vegas already uses 8% of all the water in the desert state of Nevada, on 8 miles of what is called the “Strip”. That the aptly named Loss and Las desert civilizations have been slowly buying up the water rights of historic cow and calf ranches to feed their need for the misting of non-motorhome tourists supporting a totally out of balance economy. 

What Sierra Club yuppie puppies don’t understand —despite endless “publish or perish” academic studies from back East universities— is that their collective misunderstanding of the environment is going to kill us all.  When meat marketers are forced to reply on manufactured calves, subject to all the ills of feed lot growth hormones, and mad cow disease; when all the West’s water is diverted from it’s natural course to Phoenix, and Los Angeles, and yes San Francisco (headquarters for the Sierra Club) from the sacred confines of Yosemite National Park, and even stealing from an early adapted use of balanced natural resources to grow food for Americans (the Hopi recently had to buy Colorado River rights to replenish deplete ground water needed to grow their sacred blue corn) —know that the pointing fingers saying, “oooooh, how could you?” have  three professionally manicured  fingers pointing right back to their precious little heart.

Sorry. Got carried away there. I, as a motorhome traveler, am a recreationalist.  I don’t want to be herded into an RV corral (a concrete parking lot in the land of screaming sirens), based upon some sort of erroneous idea a group of city dwellers may have about my lifestyle, and impact upon the environment.  I well know from experience that when the Sierra Club starts condemning, very subtly, by wanting to know if they could ask a few questions, they truely want to stamp out my lifestyle for their own benefit.

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