Perhaps my previous post was slightly indelicate. The great spirit carried me to that place. The great spirit being a six-pack of Modello. There is a difference between the beginning and the end because I was half drunk when part of the essay was accidentally deleted, causing me to fly into a terrible tirade.
In the evening, smoke drifting from fires in the north took on an orange hue creating the foreboding effect of a nuclear-level event.
The sky itself appeared to burn as ashes floated to the ground from raging wildfires more than two hundred miles away. The air was thick, and the smell of sulfur lingered, it appeared life on the red planet was beginning, absent the pleasure of paying Elon Musk for the burden of colonizing Mars.
The smoke was driven by prevailing northerly wind until millions of cubic tons of particulate matter became deposited in the valley's southern end. Is this place the main drain of the state or what?
Water from the mountains used to come here until they traded it for smog from the bay area and processed human sewage trucked in by high-carbon delivery equipment from Laos Angles. Throw in a goodly portion of convicted felons neatly imported and warehoused to occupy the empty space in the absence of the petroleum industry. From the chaos created by the market crash of '87, a new order of doom emerged, transforming the land into a fiefdom of penitentiaries and produce plantations.
Surrounded by three mountain ranges in a bowl configuration, the toxic stew remained in the air long after the fires were contained.
Eventually, the illusion of a burning sky faded, but the damage to my lungs will last a lifetime. Where is the justice in that?
Those fires didn't spontaneously combust; it wasn't all lightning strikes or the power company as suggested. I've been studying this content for a long time and called it out for the bullshit it was then, as I do now.
I believe it was eco-terrorism brought to you by any number of fringe radical or reactionary groups trying to disrupt the system and destroy life. This hypothesis has a foundation grounded in reality based on the historical record. Maybe it was a play ripped off from the book of dirty tricks employed by the Imperial Japanese, and a foreign adversary was using unmanned incendiary balloons to ignite forest fires on the west coast.
It doesn't matter which side it was because, in my opinion, they all suck. You've got Nazis trying to blow up power plants and eco radicals torching SUVs. Meanwhile, the chicoms are buying up farmland.
Who is in charge of this outfit?
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and volunteer my leadership by writing; all of these douchebags need to give it a rest, get a room and sodomize each other to death once and for all. I will pay for the room, but please bear with me while I grab my Bob Crane starter kit.
Most people don't give a hoot what these fringe rats believe in. They want to live a life and do their own thing without being hassled by the man. They want clean air and clean water without truckloads of human excrement secretly dumped in their backyard and convicted felons roaming the streets free to pursue a life of criminal fulfilment. It's not hard to figure out.
Fuck me, I should have drank a sixer this morning...

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