Reasons to have a bucket to shit in.

I've just taken out one of those new fangled flushing toilets and replaced it with a warm, comfy wooden composting one and am feeling green and smug.  Might also be due to finally finishing a course of antibiotics to kill off Lyme's disease and am thinking about another pint of beer.  The original toilet was connected (kind of, see later) to our septic tank, which is a great breeding ground for all sorts of things to make you sick and poison the water table.  Flushing loos also use a hell of a lot of drinking water, which seems mad considering a lot of the world don't have any.  Bit like sticking two fingers up at those who have none in my opinion.  You also get rid of fertile soil (you know, the stuff that feeds us all and keeps us from dying of starvation) every time you flush, and we as a race have managed to get rid of most of the topsoil in almost every area we've ever built up a civilisation apart from China who are a lot more sensible than we, although they too have lost the plot recently to the great god Crapitalism and build mega-cities on farmland that has fed them for four thousand years.  So we've got a composting loo now and will be growing our food with our poo.  It's just going to be a 2 year wait for it to compost, but what's that in a lifetime?  We've been here for two years already and have done bugger all apart from haemmoridge money!

What really matters to every one of us as humans and not two-legged viruses like everyone on Wall St, behind a till in a supermarket, driving along with a cigarette poked out of the window, eating factory chicken, etc on this planet is to be in a state of balance, to take and to give back in equal proportion.

So we're pooing in a bucket.

P.S. The loo I took out wasn't actually connected, which meant there was a pile of old poo under it with loads of worms in it.  This is officially named The Bad Day now.