Hypocrisy

“Just say no!” He yelled to the pedestrians and traffic flow, holding his picket sign in protest to drug use. He was not the brightest looking gentleman on the face of the earth, he wore a cap in very unorthodox way, and seemed to always have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He had been protesting for about an hour when he realized he was getting a headache from yelling so much, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of some sort of painkillers. He shook out 4 pills into his hand, and tossed them back, right there in the middle of the street.
When he had decided that people were never going to do drugs again after his riveting performance, he packed his sign into his giant SUV. His car had several decals on it, all of which were somehow expressing his opinions on drug-use, animal rights, and political views. But the biggest sticker said, “HELP STOP GLOBAL WARMING”. So when people see his car, they know environmentally conscious he is.
He went to work the next morning feeling not so good. He was so proud of his anti-drug rants that he perhaps celebrated a little too hard, and so he is paying for it now. Some might say his job is being a modern-day lumberjack. He takes his massive gas-powered chainsaw and slices through the trunks of trees. His lumber company is in competition with another lumber company across town, and he has just been informed that they have had twice the production that his company has had. He decides to be proactive by using his sign-making skills to sabotage the rival company. He went home that night and made many signs that say, “SAVE THE TREES”, because he was planning on protesting the death of the rainforest anyway, but now he had an even better reason. He put signs up in all of the enemy territory in hopes of slowing them down.
Feeling accomplished, he drove home to get ready for another protesting session. This time he brought out his anti-drug sign and his prevent global warming sign. He gets to his protesting spot and begins his shouting. About an hour passes, his headaches start to act up again, so he brings out a supposedly stronger batch of painkillers. He washes them down with a swig from his wine bottle because they tasted so bitter. As he is putting the cap back on the bottle, a teenager walking by notices him. “What are you doing?” The teenager says with a snarky tone of voice.
“I’m fighting for what I believe in, man.” He replied, bringing his sign back up.
“Don’t you see how stupid you look?”
“What did you just say?’ He said in disbelief that this kid would have the audacity to say such a thing.
“You’re holding up a sign that says don’t do drugs, and I just saw you pop some pills and then drink some wine, and you also have a sign that says prevent global warming, while you’re standing in front of your big gas-guzzling SUV.”
“So.”
“So don’t you see what’s wrong with that?”
“Look, I am fighting for a noble cause.”
“Well you’re certainly doing a lot of talking, but you’re not going to change anything the way you’re acting.”
“You’re just a kid, you know nothing.” He said securely.
“Whatever.” The teenager walked off, he kept protesting.
Later that day when he was done protesting, he was on the drive home when he looked up to see this smoggy, disgusting, and all around unhealthy looking air. At that moment, what the teenager said hit him. He started to wonder if he really is all talk, and no walk. After much pondering, he came to a conclusion. He planned to go car shopping the next day.