Cheapskates

I'm reading "Hocus Pocus" by Kurt Vonnegut right now. This passage caught my eye:

Bergeron’s epitaph for the planet, I remember, which he said should be carved in big letters in a wall of the Grand Canyon for the flying-saucer people to find, was this:

WE COULD HAVE SAVED IT
BUT WE WERE TOO DOGGONE CHEAP

Only he didn’t say “doggone.”

That's the problem with us. We're too fucking cheap to save ourselves. It wouldn't be that hard to stop catastrophes like global warming, but people don't want to pay for it.

And those of us who ARE willing to make sacrifices are obstructed by lazy apathetic stupid cheapskates. Many of them are called "Congressmen" and "Senators" and "President Bush" and so on.

But no worries, everything will fix itself, right?