Some Good Old-Fashioned McCarthyism

A fierce storm blew through the area last night, with fallen branches downing a number of power lines. Crews are out on the street today, cleaning up some of the mess, as branches lay strewn about sidewalks and roadways. Just now, I witnessed a woman walking her dog. She paused momentarily as the golden retriever sniffed and then peed on a thick tree limb that had fallen on to the boulevard. Territory Fail.

That reminds me of something I witnessed not long ago, here in the heart of the good old US of A: Commies. Socialism at its worst.



You see that? That right there is a forestry crew tending to trees along my street. TREES! Those bastards don't even pay taxes, yet here they are getting free health care on MY dime! What's it to me if the oak tree down the street gets an infection? It's not in my yard. It shoulda taken better care of itself. Probably made some bad choices, and started drawing water from the storm drain or something like that. You know drugs get in that water, from when people flush unused medication down the drain? Probably a bunch of junkie trees. Good riddance, I say. I don't need my tax dollars keeping those junkie trees on the dole.

Anyways, my trees have been doing a good job looking after themselves. Yeah, they've been shedding twigs left and right lately, which Amy was good enough to help me get off my roof and out of my eaves-trough, but on the whole, they seem to be pulling their weight, and doing their job of keeping my house shaded and cool. So I'm not worried about one of them getting sick; besides, when did getting sick ever hurt anyone else?



I don't think my complaints are going to get anywhere. I have been thinking of writing to my local Tea Party candidate, to get him or her on-board. This could be a big election issue. I mean, what next? Making sure that people are healthy?