Genocide is a messy business but someone has to clean up the corpses. I know I know… petty of me to talk about this when your entire civilization has been turned into Camp Auschwitz replete with Kapos and Camp Theater productions celebrating your extermination. And, I know how it must sound to be someone worrying about the smell of it all when what they should be thinking about is…
But are we supposed to just leave the corpses of Private Ryan’s Grandsons just lying around in their rural houses when, by God, we must find a place to put all those fine young military aged men looking for a better life (and a better wife) to provide cheap labor for Our Junkie Betters?
What?
You expect Our Junkie Betters to PAY guys like me to clean up the aftermath of their Genocide against my own bloodline?
What are you?
A White Supremacist?
No… we have a problem right here in Riverton.
VOLUNTEERS
We rely on volunteer fire and rescue guys to better serve Our Servant Betters (who at least get paid even if below minimum wage) Of Our Junkie Betters: Guys like me who, at 70, must make the abode of Immigrants Looking For A Better Life (and/or Better Wife) habitable.
But there is a conflict here:
Young rural white men are offered lesser forms of Fentanyl to escape from the horror of living in Civilization Camp Auschwitz which they, for some strange reason, find more attractive than the reek that must be tolerated as members of The Untouchable Slaves to Our Servant Betters (who at least get paid even if below minimum wage) Of Our Junkie Betters.
@jabowery , as usual I’m skeert to jump in on a thread of yours. But, y’know, call me a daredevil! I flatter myself I understand this one.
Oh yes, our country is a tomb for young white rural males. I’m from Appalachia, too. And JD Vance’s book really resonated with me.
And the thing is, these guys should be our strength, our most precious resource.
Instead they end up having fathered one or more kids they’ll barely know, exiled, addicted to …something, be it alcohol or fentanyl. Wiry, skinny, racketing from one gig to another……as my BMD often points out, they all dress like pirates.
Aargh, indeed.
I suppose I should say something about the thing that triggered this post:
The SMELL.
What I was actually thinking about was how to make these death scenes more tolerable for young men, however despicable and disgusting they might be to those who have no idea how to free us from Civilization Camp Auschwitz but can blame it all on the young men or, uh, “liberalism” or whatever other unserious cope people run to so as to think they’ve got a handle on things so they can get back to thinking about how Trump or Jesus or The Singularity or… is going to save us.
I was actually thinking "maybe some of the scanalyst types can come up with a clever way of quickly and completely de-reeking a place so people can more efficiently deal with the reality that people can’t do anything about but seek refuge in some cope or other.
For example, one thing that came to mind was going out and buying a few gallons of chlorine bleach and sodium bisulfite and a big garbage can, setting it going to dump vast quantities of chlorine gas into the future abode of Fine Young Men Looking For A Betteer Wife Subsidized By The Lutheran Brotherhood’s Refugee Resettlement Charity (or whatever).
There would, of course, need to be some pretty powerful fans blowing it around the place – with the doors and windows closed so the oxidation takes place rapidly.
But then I thought: “Whew… what kind of nasty chlorinated organics would be left? Wouldn’t want to harm Those Fine Young Men Looking For A Better Wife!”
I’m not sure what your problem is. You speak of the “hinterlans”, so to speak. ?Why not collect a herd of pigs and dump the bodies in the herd. That ought to clean things up promptly and leave no “aftertaste”.
