Sorry, AB- I remember that deep, deep pain, it's like you've broken your jaw or something.
I was raging about this earlier, but now more the usual sad resigned about the world. So, is there a non-misogyny-associated word for someone that will ultimately do anything for money? Sellout, I guess. I feel like a sellout sometimes. I constantly go to these places, some of the most beautiful places in the mountains around here, dramatic vistas with panoramic views, and all of these rich pukes are building second or third homes large enough to fit five families in, gigantic footprints on steep slopes, erosion-causing monstrosities with old-growth cedar shingle siding shipped in from British Columbia to clad the sides of ostentatious 7000 square foot "cabins", built 4000 feet up on a ridge that used to be themselves old-growth stunted ridge forests until now, when the developers clear half the lots and get guys to strap on gaffs and stab their way up the remaining trees, cutting off every single low limb and over half of the trees' food production capacity. I work for these oblivious, over-privileged people who zip around these roads on golf carts in their uniforms of silk polo shirts, khaki shorts and golf saddle shoes, from a parking lot at the clubhouse with 95 percent of the spaces filled with luxury SUVs. And they think that they love the mountains, love the nature— only not realizing it is only as long as it is on their terms, where and how they want it for themselves, but not an inconvenience, not blocking their view down on others or the others' view of their rocket launcher houses (as in, "if I had a rocket launcher"). I was on one road today, and for all, either the names of the owners are household names or the companies they run are. They obviously have more money than they know what to do with. The overruns on one project are about five million now. The overruns. Meanwhile, anywhere else in the real world, shit happens. I can't see that any of these people really give a flying fuck, though.
Christ, I am raging again. And I feel bad, because I end up somewhat accommodating these jackasses, to make a living. I feel like a sellout. |
