On Saturday, I took a road trip up to my "local" hardwood dealer. "local" here meaning it's in the same state I live in; it's on the opposite edge but same flag under the stars and stripes. On the way back, I noticed a distinctive haze through the trees, not as thick as mist and slightly blue. Wood smoke. A LOT of wood smoke, with no apparent source for the amount I saw. Couldn't see any farmers burning trash near the road, the local army base hadn't said anything about clearing brush.

Come to find out from the local funny pages it was a barn and house fire. Some old couple out in "horse country" as those of us who are actually from here call it apparently had their barn burn down and the fire damaged the home to the point of irreparability.

And all I could think was...good. Glad to hear it. More scumfuck retirees who got what they had spending other people's futures need to watch their futures burn to the ground. I'm happy they've been rendered homeless. I have no FUCKING idea who it is, but they own at least two horses so there's no way under the sun they aren't the kind of shitcum that bitches out retail workers for saying "no problem" instead of "you're welcome."

I want to see more old people lose their futures. I'm tired of seeing young people lose their futures, let's do old people for awhile.

Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?