Experts call for end of flushing toilets

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    Welcome a return to cholera and dysentary all in the name of the environment:

    No More Flushing

    AS the world celebrates World Toilet Day today, sanitation experts have called for the end of the flushing dunny to save water and provide fertilizer for crops.

    Leading health advocates have called for the use of "dry" toilets which separate urine from faeces and remove the need to flush.

    Speaking at the recent World Toilet Summit in Macau, World Toilet Organisation founder Jack Sims said the concept of the flushing toilet was unsustainable.

    Mr Sims said a culture where people flushed their loos but disregarded the thousands of litres of wasted drinking water each year was one of sanitation's greatest challenges.

    "This 'flush and forget' attitude creates a new problem which we have to revisit," he said.

    Back to going in the bushes and ruining groundwater... Here we come 3rd world!
     

    indykid

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    Wasting water??? Are we destroying the water when we flush? Sorry Mr Sims, but unless you seperate the hydrogen from the oxygen you are not wasting water. You might be wasting money when it comes to buying the water and treating the water, but the water itself is not wasted.

    Oh... wait... I get it... IT'S FOR THE CHILDREN!!!!!
     

    karlsgunbunker

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    That's just what we all need, a composting Poo hopper in the bathroom.
    Or maybe just go back to the outhouse.
    Nothing finer than a dash to the outhouse at 3am and -10 deg.
    Don't get me started on chamber pots!
     

    10ring

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    Wasting water??? Are we destroying the water when we flush? Sorry Mr Sims, but unless you seperate the hydrogen from the oxygen you are not wasting water. You might be wasting money when it comes to buying the water and treating the water, but the water itself is not wasted.

    Oh... wait... I get it... IT'S FOR THE CHILDREN!!!!!

    :):

    As if it wasn't bad enough when they mandated low-flow toilets that often require multiple flushes using even more water than the old design. This reminds me of the ass down in Florida that proposed taxing toilet paper for a "clean water" initiative. Pay as you go haha.

    Idiots.
     

    Wabatuckian

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    I have a well for water and a septic tank for waste.

    Somebody please tell me how I'm wasting anything?
     

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    Having spent several years in 3rd world $hitholes(literally), I'm thinking human feces is real low on the "have to get" fertilizer scale!:dunno:
     

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    In that Field that is Green
    The Passing of the Backhouse

    James Whitcomb Riley

    When memory keeps me company and moves to smiles or tears,
    A weather-beaten object looms through the mist of years.
    Behind the house and barn it stood a half a mile or more
    And hurrying feet a path had made straight to its swinging door.

    Its architecture was a type of simple, classic art
    But in the tragedy of life it played a leading part.
    And oft the passing traveler would drive slow and heave a sigh
    To see the modest hired girl slip out with glances shy.

    We had our posy garden that the women loved so well.
    I loved it too but better still, I loved the stronger smell
    That filled the evening breezes so full of homey cheer
    And told the night-o'ertaken tramp that human life was near.

    On lazy August afternoons it made a little bower,
    Delightful where my grandsire sat and whiled away an hour.
    For there the summer morning, its very cares entwined
    And berry bushes reddened in the streaming soil behind.

    All day fat spiders spun their webs to catch the buzzing flies
    That flitted to and from the house where Ma was baking pies.
    And once a swarm of hornets bold had built a palace there.
    They stung my unsuspecting aunt--I cannot tell you where.

    Then Father took a flaming pole; that was a happy day.
    He nearly burnt the building up, but the hornets left to stay.
    When summers bloom began to fade and winter to carouse,
    We banked the little building with a heap of hemlock boughs.

    But when the crust was on the snow and the sullen skies were gray,
    In sooth, the building was no place where one would wish to stay.
    We did our duties promptly, there one purpose swayed the mind,
    We tarried not, nor lingered long on what we left behind.

    The torture of that icy seat could make a Spartan sob.
    For needs must scrape the gooseflesh with a lacerating cob
    That from a frost-encrusted nail was suspended by a string.
    My father was a frugal man and wasted not a thing.

    When Grandpa had to go out back and make his morning call,
    We bundled up the dear old man with a muffler and a shawl.
    I knew the hole on which he sat; `twas padded all around,
    And once I dared to sit there. `Twas all too wide I found.

    My loins were all too little and I jacknifed there to stay.
    They had to come and get me out or I'd `a passed away.
    Then Father said ambition is a thing that boys should shun
    And I must use the children's hole `til childhood's days were done.

    That dear old country landmark, I tramped around a bit
    And in the lap of luxury, my lot has been to sit.
    But ere I die, I'll eat the fruit of trees I robbed of yore.
    And seek the shanty where my name is carved upon the door.

    I ween the old familiar smell will soothe my faded soul.
    I'm now a man, but nonetheless, I'll try the children's hole.
     
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