Today at four pm is the big, ‘Locals only’, meeting against the gigantic turbines coming into our hills and valleys. Picking out what shirt I want torn off and spit on. Last meeting was a huge clusterf–k. Last meeting covered the knocking down of two towers with cordless sawzalls, sugar in dozer fuel tanks, and, shooting blades with high powered rifles. People, people, people. Haven’t you heard of dynamite? Just kidding. Rick the tent boy and I are going to wear tear away shirts saying, “BIG TURBINES FOREVER”. Nothing like a big slug fest to start off the festivities. I’m also going to wear my fake Billy Bob teeth so it will look like I had them knocked out as I run for the exit. A good ruse I’ve found from starting prior riots. While I’m being beaten to a pulp, Tent boy will be putting bumper stickers onto all the pickups in the parking lot…

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