Haven't done any writing in a while, and I know I have a bad habit of not following up. But this time I'm really going to try to keep going. Really
Prologue
I didn’t mean to cause the end of the world. Honestly I didn’t. Now I truly understand the phrase about the road to Hell being paved with good intentions. And now I’m living there, along with everyone that’s left.
It was so innocent, in the beginning.
I was an environmentalist. I know in many people’s eyes, the term brings up images of Greenpeace ramming boats, but I was a moderate and not the raving, foaming at the mouth type.
I made sure almost everything I bought was recyclable or reuseable. I reduced my electrical use. I even put up a small wind generator, which supplied a good part of my needs, as long as the wind blew.
I lobbied for better treatment of farm animals, and even in that I was no radical. PETA’s methods and ideals annoyed me. I just wanted the creatures to be treated like animals again, not factory produced food. I was no vegetarian, but I refused to eat meat from the store. I raised my own animals and I supervised their slaughter, wanting to know that the meat I ate had lived the best life I could provide it.
I also grew my own garden, and canned my own vegetables, making sure that my food had no pesticides and was not a GMO. I saved some of my own seed, and bought the rest from small organic seed producers that I triple verified had nothing to do with Monsanto.
Here I am, trying to justify the unjustifiable. But how was I to know? Oh, God help me, how was I to know?
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