My feet are
orange. Why you may ask? The
man-who-paints-the-orange-cable-lines-before-trees-are-murdered was here
this morning. I was so distraught at seeing him again (yes he remembers
me), that I paced back & forth (coincidentally in the same spot he sprayed)
until unbeknownst to him, all of the orange was gone.
Hold on, Bertram, I'm trying to save
you! Poor thing is gonna need therapy soon. Okay, so maybe I already do.
Yes I know it's just a tree, but it's more than that. Bertram symbolizes
the injustice of Government (of the people, for the people) performing
bureaucratic bullshit.
I hate to get all Chicken Little
here, but we are in a state of decline. Rarely do people take
accountability for their actions anymore. The Supreme Court ruled it
constitutional that local governments can decide that my land would be
better used as a fkn strip mall and can take it from me. I see why our
founding fathers had the wisdom to draft the 2nd amendment. As much as guns
scare the shit out of me, I'm glad that we have the right to rise up against
a tyrannical government.
Here's a funny
regarding the eminent domain issue.
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