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weatherstripping rant

Geez...in a somewhat buoyant mood I was walking down the street when I noticed in a window display a nice rolled up wool blanket with a label on it that advertised 'RECYCLED' and it just ruined my errand. I mean shit, the welsh shepherds can't give their wool away, most gets binned. They get peanuts per sheep, which need to be sheared in the spring anyway or else they'll die of insulation (don't get me started on how welsh lamb goes to France and British lamb comes from New Zealand), but yet, THEY want me to pay MORE for a recycled one, made from what? a collection of old underpants?
It's the little things that are really annoying. We handle the big bad news because it's usually far away. But it's the little things that are the problem. The problem is not the internet, or the TV. It's the little things that we see everyday, stomach, and go on with our errand. We stomach the idiocy. Bury it with KFC. Our bad habits, be they drugs, sitcoms, alcohol or murder mysteries, are most likely forged from an attempt to sterilize this idiocy.
Are we truly the sheep? To be marketed to like that?
For fucks sake, you can gather bushels of wool just by walking around the fields here and gathering the stuff that the wind has blown into the fences...please...at the very least,
make me a nice new wool goddamn blanket.
Sometimes living amongst humans is unbearable.
Now, what was that errand? Oh yeah...weatherstripping.

4 Oct 13

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About your rant. I feel your pain & love this prose poem. One suggestion--I don't think you need the (**& in L4. I think we're allowed to spell out "fuck" in this forum. Besides, this is a rant. No need to be timid. Other than that, reading this got my day started with a laugh.
 — clupeidae

you're right, thanks.
 — hank

compelling quirky and well sustained...loved it
 — larrylark