Long story short: tell our FTC to protect our right to repair and prevent big tech corporations from selling kids’ data, and tell our USDA to protect old-growth forests from loggers. Use the email/petition tools in the following paragraphs to communicate your will.
US PIRG helps you tell our Federal Trade Commission (or FTC) to keep standing up for our right to repair. Our FTC has ramped up enforcement of existing laws, and though Republican FTC Commissioners have opposed our FTC’s monopoly-fighting efforts, they’ve supported enhancing good Americans’ right to either fix their own products or take them to independent repair shops to get them fixed. I mean, nobody approves of corporations making products impossible to take apart, or of being forced to take that product to an “approved” repair shop that might be hundreds of miles out of your way, so our FTC needs to hear from us.
Penn PIRG helps you tell our FTC to stop big tech corporations from selling kids’ data. Because our children are our future, or they’re just advertising targets, but not both! Treating people like consumers and nothing else is one of the two or three things corporations do well, I suppose – you know, along with finding loopholes in laws and redistributing worker income upward to executives – but that doesn’t mean we ought to put up with it. Our FTC is mulling new rules preventing kids’ data from being passed around like candy, but they’ll need our help to write good rules.
The Center for Biological Diversity helps you tell our U.S. Department of Agriculture (or USDA) to enact the most vigorous protections for old-growth forests possible. Our U.S. Forest Service (which operates under our USDA) has proposed limiting logging of our oldest trees in our national forests, but they’ve left loopholes open that some logging corporation – and, like I said, if corporations do anything well anymore, it’s finding loopholes! – will drive a Mack truck through. Once a thousand-year-old tree is gone, it’s gone forever, and so is the complex ecosystem depending on it, not to mention the centuries of carbon it’s trapped. Maybe the past means something?