The misnomer that Columbus sailed the Ocean in 1492 to prove that the world wasn't flat is just that, a myth. They knew the world was round, and he also didn't sail for the glory of God, he sailed to find gold, create slaves and destroy the Native world of North and South America, but before we devolve into a debate about Captain Columbus and his warm and fuzzy sides, let us forray into how we are even bigger troglodytes when it comes to the whole flat vs. round thing than he was.

What you say, "Me a Troglodyte? I know the world is round, I watched the "Big Blue Marble"in 1978, I had a globe in my Fourth grade classroom!"

Yes you, you tree hugging, sprout eating, Baby seal loving hippy, even you have not fully reconciled the spherical nature of our planet.

But how is that possible? Well I'll tell you. Today one of the first posts I saw on Facebook when I clicked on my mind altering connection to my tiny little world, I saw an article from the Guardian talking about how the world has plastic in every "corner" of earth.  It would be sad, if wasn't so funny that many think earth, a ball has corners. But that's not the point.

The earth is as interconnected as the human body, so why are we so surprised to find plastic and pollution in the most remote places? It's had over 75 years to get there, why are we surprised?


But it's not just about the surprise of news that is so disheartening. There should not be plastic in places where there are no humans, but there is and that just sucks. And it will be there forever and that sucks worse. What sucks the most is not that we have altered our planet with garbage, is that we  are still trashing our home, and we don't get that it is here, there and everywhere.

I was working as a sailing instructor at a beach in Whitebread and Prosecco, Fairfield, CT. A wide bottomed soccer Mom, played with her 2.5 kids and a their stereotypical golden retriever in the surf of Black Rock Harbor. I was launching a boat when she came walking over to me to ask what all the floating debris was in the water. I looked down and noticed a school of what we called Jersey White Fish were washing between our legs. For those of you who don't get what I am saying, a Jersey white fish is not good at being caught but is great at catching pregnancy. Yes Condoms, And there were thousands of them.

There was also, tampon applicators, straws, actual sanitary pads, and every other thing you could think that might get washed down the drain or toilet.

Holding back my desire to vomit, I told the woman, "its sewage from Bridgeport's sewage treatment plant right up the harbor". She looked back at me indignantly, and said, and I'm not making this up, "You must be wrong, this is Fairfield."

I walked away shaking my head to find a place to wash my legs and feet from 50,000 gallon of raw sewage that was systematically dumped into Long Island Sound every time it rained.

When I asked the Connecticut Department of Environmental Protection about it, they told me, it was bad, but they couldn't fix it because it was too expensive to fix. When I walked the sames waters with the clueless Mayor ( who has since lost office, hahahaha), he was awestruck at the beauty of the crystal clear, completely devoid of life water that lived in that harbor. I haven't been to those waters now for a few years, but I am quite sure it's as foul a place as ever, and to this day, hundreds hop in those waters every year to swim across the Sound. And you tell me, Democratic Connecticut with its progressive gun agenda and environmentally friendly fleet of SUV's gets the fact that the pollution they are dumping into Long Island Sound, doesn't go absolutely everywhere and it's surprise when we find a straw from Captain's Cove Restaurant in Bridgeport, CT ingrown into the nostrils of a Sea Turtle on the Great Barrier Reef?

But there is good news. The world is Round. And our garbage flows in giant circles around the earth. A bottle washed into the water today will make its way to the other side of the world tomorrow and back to us the day after that. Its really the truest form of recycling, our crap comes backs to us always. And not until we stop crapping in our own water, can we hope to stop the endless cycle of garbage flow on the great big blue marble.

Published by Christopher Richard