What next.
Sweepin' up after that big storm. Man, the weather these days. Good goddamn thing that global warming story turned out to be a hoax. If it'd been true, we'd be worried about all this extreme weather. But no, no.... everything's fine. Experts agree.
No, today's not contrary Wednesday. It's contrary every freaking day here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our adopted home. I'm spouting that stuff about global warming in hopes of ingratiating ourselves to a potential corporate sponsor. Who, you may ask? Well, it's someone Big Green worked with before - Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm, Inc., king of the extractive industries. Tearing Earth a new Asshole since 1953™. From the tar sands of Alberta to the gold mines of Irian Jaya to the fracking fields of Pennsylvania, the name Hegemonic has been synonymous with ... well, with making big piles of money out of big piles of slag. Who better to shake down for some cash, right?
Oh, yes... I know what you're going to say: This will lead to evil and sadness. Stop the hurting, you'll say, and start the helping. But fear not, my friend. Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm (also known as "Hegephonic") is an enlightened actor in the extractive industries. It says right here in this May 2007 press release when they began work in Mindanao. Back when there was a Mindanao. Okay, bad example. Nonetheless, our "friends" at Hegemonic can be of great assistance to us, and as luck would have it, we have something of value to them as well. Something they want very, very badly.
Wait for it!
It's mineral rights to the Cheney Hammer Mill. You see, by happy geological accident, the Utica Shale and the Marcellus Shale converge right below the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. That means there's an Auntie Maude's Fortune of natural gas right below our feet. And no, this isn't another one of those mad schemes cooked up by Mitch Macaphee. Unlike the mercantile tunnel to China (now plugged), this is a sure thing. All we have to do is let them rip down the mill and gouge their way into the Earth's crust like a titanic bloodsucker, drawing the lifeblood from our dying planet and selling it by the cubic foot to heat the McMansions of exurban neo-yuppies. Nothing to it.
One other thing that interests them: Freakenstein. I think they see him as some kind of secret weapon against union organizers. We tried to interest them in Marvin (my personal robot assistant), but he's simply not intimidating enough.
No, today's not contrary Wednesday. It's contrary every freaking day here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our adopted home. I'm spouting that stuff about global warming in hopes of ingratiating ourselves to a potential corporate sponsor. Who, you may ask? Well, it's someone Big Green worked with before - Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm, Inc., king of the extractive industries. Tearing Earth a new Asshole since 1953™. From the tar sands of Alberta to the gold mines of Irian Jaya to the fracking fields of Pennsylvania, the name Hegemonic has been synonymous with ... well, with making big piles of money out of big piles of slag. Who better to shake down for some cash, right? Oh, yes... I know what you're going to say: This will lead to evil and sadness. Stop the hurting, you'll say, and start the helping. But fear not, my friend. Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm (also known as "Hegephonic") is an enlightened actor in the extractive industries. It says right here in this May 2007 press release when they began work in Mindanao. Back when there was a Mindanao. Okay, bad example. Nonetheless, our "friends" at Hegemonic can be of great assistance to us, and as luck would have it, we have something of value to them as well. Something they want very, very badly.
Wait for it!
It's mineral rights to the Cheney Hammer Mill. You see, by happy geological accident, the Utica Shale and the Marcellus Shale converge right below the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. That means there's an Auntie Maude's Fortune of natural gas right below our feet. And no, this isn't another one of those mad schemes cooked up by Mitch Macaphee. Unlike the mercantile tunnel to China (now plugged), this is a sure thing. All we have to do is let them rip down the mill and gouge their way into the Earth's crust like a titanic bloodsucker, drawing the lifeblood from our dying planet and selling it by the cubic foot to heat the McMansions of exurban neo-yuppies. Nothing to it. One other thing that interests them: Freakenstein. I think they see him as some kind of secret weapon against union organizers. We tried to interest them in Marvin (my personal robot assistant), but he's simply not intimidating enough.
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