Hala fukn looyahhhhh! Houston. We have smut off.
In our last episode, I thought I had found the right people to remove the yucky words from a rock at Windy Point, on the road to Mount Lemmon, in Tucson. But it was someone elses’ department. The Coronado Forest Ranger. But he finally called me back!!! And they were doing the job…today! (I was too lazy to drive there to take photos. Not in the blog budget. But I am quite sure I managed to drive them all crazy with my persistence.)
The dealeo is that the fire department had to find a hose that was long enough to reach & power wash the sucker. And apparently, lots of wanna be Monet moe-rons fancy themselves as Pig Headed Picassos, and they often have to remove retarded Rembrandts’ vandalization.
I’m all for art, but not on rocks in National Parks. And certainly not bigoted graffiti.
I suggested they put up a “big brother” sort of camera in the parking lot. WAY more constructive than having those meant to nail you for speeding and going through red lights. Or better yet, how about a drone! And just drop a paint bomb on anyone trying to fuck with Mother Nature’s creations?!!
The authorities are thinking of putting up signs that clearly indicate “vandalism” illegal, with fines. But the Georgia O’Queefs put graffiti all over those signs, too!
There just are not enough power washers around to clean up the less fortunate in the brain department….
Speaking of which, I sure hope Jan Brewer vetoes the 1062 bill, YESTERDAY. The bill that actually, legally allows people to discriminate, based on their religious beliefs, to not give service to ANYONE they want in a public place. Can I just call the fire department and hose those clowns down? Umm, wait! My religion says I am allowed to drone strike anyone who believes in fictional characters.
There will always be Impossible Missions, as long as there are impossible imbeciles. But at least my rocks are finally clean at Windy Point! YAY!!!!
This blog will self-destruct in 5 seconds…