
In a moment that could power an entire wind farm of irony, the presenters of Good Morning Britainβyes, the people paid to enlighten the nationβpublicly confessed they had absolutely no idea where to recycle batteries in their own communities. Thatβs right: the folks who wax lyrical about climate change, green policy, and saving the turtlesβ¦ canβt locate a box labelled βRECYCLING.β
π§ βThought Leadersβ Who Forgot to Google
This wasnβt satire. This was national television. A room full of media professionals collectively shrugging like confused Sims when asked a question as basic as, βWhere do your batteries go when they die?β Suddenly, the panel of opinion-slingers looked like toddlers trying to solve a Rubikβs cube with oven mitts on.
And yet, it wasnβt the ignorance that burned brightestβit was the complete lack of curiosity about it. Not a single one said, βMaybe I should find out.β Because God forbid we listen, investigate, orβgaspβlearn something before blaring it out on breakfast TV between the weather and another Piers Morgan rerun.
These are the same people who expect the public to embrace green tech, carbon neutrality, and energy responsibilityβ¦ while personally treating battery bins like theyβre part of an obscure side quest in The Legend of Zelda.
Maybe next time, before launching into eco-moralising monologues, they could try Googling βbattery recycling point near me.β Spoiler alert: itβs probably at the supermarket next to where you buy your actual batteries. ππ
β οΈΒ ChallengesΒ β οΈ
If the nationβs morning mouthpieces donβt know the basics, what hope do the rest of us have? Should our media start listening instead of endlessly talking over each other? Chime in with your best burns, your dumbest recycling confessions, or your greenest rage in the blog comments, not just the socials. π¬π
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