"You Must Be My Energy Star™"
Takeaway: Rich people don't give a shit about saving energy and they're the problem.
My only familiarity with Energy Star is it’s usually the dreaded logo you see on that cheap shit your landlord buys to replace the broken stove/heater/fridge they haven’t bothered to fix in the last three fucking years while they retreat home every night to suckle rare fruit in their $25,000 Trump-Pelosi walk-in ice cream freezer slash fridge slash wine cellar slash terrarium slash future mausoleums.
Want to save energy and lower greenhouse gas emissions? Do this first: defund the police, denude the military, shut down the DHS, CIA, the Supreme Court and the NSA, deport ICE, castrate every metal dangler ballsack off your neighbor’s cartoonishly stupid fleet of 4x4 “trucks,” and unplug every giant double-doored fridge in every Senator’s and Congressional rep’s kitchen and fill them with yellowcake uranium.1
Instead of making it harder for poor renters to find room for their goddamn insulin in those cramped little refrigerators, which suck and make too much noise to comfortably sleep off last night’s drunk on the dinner table, cram a lid over that Pope Conclave Stove Pipe until we see blue smoke accompanied by the joyful noise of screaming pederasts.
Then sell tickets to watch the gatekeepers of the biggest scam in human history desperately dunk their deliciously crisped ceremonial folded dinner napkin dunce caps in the conveniently located Holy Water™ stoups, stoupid.
The END, ahem, amen, bow wow, woof woof.
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