Old Stuff
They want my stuff. There are so many charities out there looking to collect old toys, household items, and clothing. I think I remember an expose on one of them from a few years ago. The charity was not actually receiving the items. The collections were being taken by a private company that then donated a portion of the profits they made from re-selling everything. I don’t know if that is such a bad thing. I mean I still get motivated to clean out my closets and if some entrepreneur finds a way to become rich even if he is employing/exploiting low wage workers I guess it beats unemployment for them, and some charity is still getting a little something in exchange for the use of their good name.
So they send out post cards and constantly call in search of my discards. Here, take this pot, take this tired Monopoly Game missing $1,200 in fake money, and several Chance Cards, take this shirt I bought and never wore but was too lazy to return to the store, take this bicycle with the rusty handle bars and the broken basket. Make use of the useless. That goal is noble, as noble as the goal of giving a couple bucks to some charity. The United States needs to embrace waste reduction. Perhaps some day we could turn that into another kind of Waist Reduction. We need to find a way to help an overflowing, overstuffed America. You would think the recent economic crisis would have solved some problems along with the ones it created. But it appears are insatiable appetites have found a way around our economic woes. Give us your tired, your poor, your refuse and we will turn it into something useful somehow. .
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