Goddamn fkn Big Citrus
Lobbies! They came for Bertram today. He's my lil' lime tree --- the first
tree we planted here in 1998. I put up a valiant fight, but it's only a
matter of moments before his life is over. Sacrifice for the greater good,
my ass. It's been 10 years since they found
citrus canker in south Florida,
so this method isn't looking so wonderful. I cried, I yelled, I called 5
different agencies.
They have a warrant for Bertram, so
there's nothing that can be done. Apparently, they think he's been
compromised.
They interrupted me before I ate
breakfast, so they bore the brunt of my hunger, too. And now my migraine
is back, and I think law enforcement has been called to escort them to
Bertram. One of the guys on the phone asked me in an incredulous tone if I
was crying. I was sure he was going to quip back.... "there's no crying in
Agriculture." Haha, I would have if I hadn't been shaking so hard. Gdam
fkrs!
The rain just started. Mother
Nature is crying with me. Yes, I know Bertram is just a tree, but I might
have sentimental attachment. Fkn bullies. Tree murderers.
Did I mention the Commissioner is
named Charles Bronson?
FFS at everyone!
To add insult to injury, they're
going to compensate me with a Wal-Mart voucher. Have I mentioned lately how
evil I think Wal-Mart is?
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