Once upon a time in Vermont

I new a guy who preached sustainability. He made his mission eco-salvation. He drove a Land Rover and ate MacDonalds. Sometimes I think the only thing sustainable about him was his waistline. Forget preaching, I gotta get away. Surrounding myself with individuals that exude self-confidence and a common thread of consideration and diligence appears to be a Utopian task. So what makes me so special? Nothing I guess. I'm just another sheep in the flock. GO MACDONALDS, GO HALLIBURTON, GO BUSH! Now excuse me while I go hang myself.