I am sad. I should be working on a follow up post to my water story about the wetland drainage, but I am just too sad. I've taken pictures of the nearly drained wetland area, but they're still in my camera. Every time I drive by the wetland I get sad all over again.
I'm trying to compose an outline for the letter I'm going to writer to Sturgeon County in my head, but I can't bring myself to type anything. The wetland draining seems to represent all that is wrong with this stupid, stupid redneck province, with its arrogant two-faced premier and its bewildered, hapless opposition, and its apathetic citizenry.
I can see where some of the apathy comes from because I'm feeling it right now: why bother to write letters or call people or take pictures or write blogs? Why even bother to feel sad as ducks try to swim in sludge when nothing ever changes anyway? How does the earth even put up with the cancerous blight that is humanity?
Well, there. I managed to get one picture out of my camera and posted. Nice sign, eh? And the date for the 'permit' tacked to the orange board several days AFTER I saw the water truck operator draining the wetland. Gotta love those strict water conservation regulations.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow, after doing some baking or gardening or something.
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