I spent most of the day burning. Hemlock branches that I had pilled up from a large tree chopping down job. Anyway, I burned and burned and got all the slash cleaned up today. The ugly pile is gone. The yard is clean, and it felt great to burn and send smoke and ash into the atmosphere polluting the planet and adding to the destruction of the environment, this stupid planet, and the meaningless universe in general! I drank gallons of beer while doing the burn and felt an immense sense of accomplishment at the end. A small pile is still smoldering this night.
As it turns out, putting smoke and ashes into the air is the best thing you could have done. They help reflect sunlight back into space, which in turn stops global warning in its tracks. You have just saved the environment. You have just saved Portland for electric scooters. Thank you for your service.
Also, drinking lots of beer is extremely helpful. The alcohol in beer kills all the little beasties, and makes it safe to drink. Now we don't have to fret all the time about having clean water. And I don't have to worry about where I **** in the woods. Again, thank you for your service. And thank you for saving humanity.
Burned and burned and burned some more. Flames and toxic smoke were spewing into the atmosphere as I tended the fire and drank whiskey and laughed as I tossed evermore junk onto the pile. Really cleaned up much stuff that had been accumulating for a number of years. Tomorrow I haul stuff to the dump. And finally my shop will be cleaned out.
Cut down a Myrtle tree that shaded my garden too much as it was getting too big. Got some good firewood out of it that I will be able to sell. The bushy branches I’ll burn to add to the global warming that will soon destroy us all.
And there is nothing you sanctimonious world savers can do about it.
oregon myrtle, called california bay laurel down south, is native to OR and CA and isn't an actual myrtle. it also doesn't put on the flowery show that crepe laurel does.
to Ray's point, i'm pretty sure you can't drive through a single coastal town in oregon without seeing some sort of myrtlewood gallery, and the wood can sell from between $10-30/lb depending on color and figuring. https://www.cookwoods.com/collections/myrtle
i want the world to be saved,, for at least the next 30 years or so.
it doesnt matter anyway with the rogue countries allowed to be getting nukes, its just a matter of time before it happens. and it will be the u.s. that gets them sent to us.
i want the world to be saved,, for at least the next 30 years or so.
it doesnt matter anyway with the rogue countries allowed to be getting nukes, its just a matter of time before it happens. and it will be the u.s. that gets them sent to us.
There is nothing worth nuking anywhere near where I live. The closest would be the city of Portland which deserves to be nuked anyway. And could only result in a great improvement to the State in particular and the USA in general.
only problem it it gets nuked and roads are destroyed you wont get any supplies that you may need. the coast will not get attention from the govt.
be 100% self sufficient and protected from the hoards that want it.
maybe if you followed my old posts you would be better informed. i will help your feeble self out using my personal time.
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As night draws close all is clear for the creatures of the blackness,, to come forth and plunder. Beware all. Beware..
Just as the moon was getting dark tonight i felt bad vibes from out in the fields in front of my house.
These kind of natural events bring out the evil lurkers of the night. As my hair stood on end and my skin started to crawl I looked out the window.
I knew immediately what was about to happen as i watched the shapes of the living dead walking and stumbling towards my abode. My hair stood up on end immediately as the zombies came closer looking for me as the blood flowing through my veins was their desire.
No way was I going to stay inside and have them break in with their feeble strength and kill me while eating me alive for my blood and guts, spewing my body parts around like a bunch of pigs in a potato patch.. So outside I went to meet the attack head on. Having before killed many of these creepy putrid devils of the night, I picked my weapons for the task. First I used my glock pistol to shoot 15 of them thru the head to end the first advance.
After dispatching those vile smelly dead rotten flesh eating corpses I strung a wire in a circle around me large enough to run around and fight inside. As they tried to enter, the bumbling stumbling sinkpots would trip over the wire falling face first in the dirt and I quickly bashed their heads in with a four foot long hunk of 3 inch thick galvanized water pipe. The best part was watching my chickens run in and eat the brains from the beasts who were once my living neighbors who through no fault of their own came back to life to try to take me with them to hell and beyond..
As more and more came upon the grounds, using a small flame thrower burnt those things alive if they were alive. The stink of burning flesh smelled oh so sweet this time. A fitting end to their attack.
Soon the moon became bright and all my worries were over for the near future. A couple of beers later and I felt happy.
