I was taking my daily walkies a few days ago. A guy was spraying something on his gravel driveway and thereabout, with the backpack container and the little sprayer contraption, much like this:
The guy wasn’t wearing a mask or anything protective. As I walked by, I said, “Whatcha spraying?” He said, “Oh, some stuff I mixed together myself, some salt, and vinegar…” I said, relieved, “Oh, good— then not Roundup or something!” He muttered something about how it was his property and something or other… I was already past him by then, and I barked over my shoulder, “It’s God’s property, brother!” I’m not sure if he heard me or not. (I should have said it’s “Dog’s property.”) I don’t even believe in gods, that box is too anthropomorphic for my Internal Combustible Ideation Apparatus regarding any sort of Cosmic Structural Reality— but in a pinch…
I remember reading somewhere, a long time ago, and I don’t really remember what the source material was, or who wrote it, but a man described walking in the park and seeing another man beating his dog. He shouted at the other man to stop beating the dog. The other man responded with “It’s MY dog!” And he shouted back, “That is GOD’S DOG, sir, and you will stop beating it!” And the man did stop beating the dog. As a pooge, I’ve always thought well of that story, and the man telling it.
I considered going back to that neighboor man’s driveway and leaving some protest… But there are more days to come, more walkies to come, and other opportunities to help. Perhaps I can also help the Globby Psycho Freaks who want to OWN all the water, and OWN all the land, and OWN all of us, and OWN everything else, too… I could help them.
Dogs DO love to doo for others…
Dogs are simply the best thing on earth. Sometimes I read about dogs killing others, and I know some are cat killers. But if you raise them well they are the best thing that can happen to you
I actually had a sim experience not a day ago...out to wash off my car a bit (trees spitting Linden sap made available by fruit flies, and the like). Very sticky, though I consider it protective, it is hard to see through on the windshield. As I was standing there, was overtaken by 'some bad herbicide fumes' ie Roundup. I know this fight, my old neighbor used and abused Roundup years ago. I found the guy, he was a non professional ie no protective gear and spraying on the edge of the public elementary school.
So I sent and email to the elementary school to notify them of this, which of course they do not heed or care about but they were notified. These old guys, the petrochemical believers, have no idea of the poison they spread. They use the 'lily livered' type of defense so antiquated still, that we are just not tuff enuf to what, take it? I felt ill all afternoon , as the groundkeeper was spraying during a windy period and it was blowing entirely to the southwest, ie my location. RoundUp is so gross, it literally makes me feel stupider immediately. Probs took a nother year or two off my life, I have read Stephanie Seneffs book Toxic Legacy, and I know to some degree as I can understand that this stuff is meant to kill us and fast. Power to the organic farmers I hear their price margins are starting to make more sense now that beef is actually cheaper for them to raise now, without scarce fertilizers nobody really needs. Will send vid on this next ok.