It's clear to me that any article on the internet that advocates respectful cohabitation between humans and our planet is met with spluttering outrage from the true misanthropes.

Average folk are aware of the signals being transmitted by our natural environment. These signals transcends the noise of the culture warriors. The reality of our experience overwhelms their bellowed commands. The neurosis is palpable when they espouse their ideological orthodox.

For all their accusations of "religious zealotry", their own refusal to acknowledge the weight of empirical evidence wreaks of paranoid, fundamentalist psychopathy.

There have been many times in my life when I've happily, and often with relief, decided that self-preservation supersedes evangelism. Now I've reached a stage whereby I can comfortably pass by these wells of superstition and anger.

Sure, there is a political fight, but you have to know what you're fighting.

I've got bats in my roof....and solar panels on it...and a water tank in the yard...and, like my parents who grew up in the Depression, I take pride in skimping on crap.

I'd like to thank these angry culture warriors because they've payed for my shift to a cheaper, lower consumption lifestyle.

By being pontificating, bloated ignoramuses their pigheaded non-subscription subsidises my vision because they can't see a good thing when it's stuck under their nose. Suckers.