Twenty past nine in the evening, and the arsewipe over the road is out with what I can only assume is a snowblower. I assume this only because there is no lawn to speak of, given that it's covered under a foot of snow. I find these things to be, to say the very, very least, utterly and completely unnecessary, unless you are ill, infirm, or there's, say, a lot of work that has to be done very quickly for some reason that involves something other than laziness.

Riddle me this, my fair and friendly bat people, why is it that people feel it's absolutely the most necessary thing in life, to haul out an environmentally unfriendly and noxious motorised machine, to do a barely existing job? I refer, mostly, to leaf blowers. For the love of all that's sainted, can you not make use of a rake, or even a broom? You know what a broom is, don't you?

Why do we have skyrocketing cases of allergies, illnesses, and chemical sensitivities? Why are we burning holes the size of Luxemburg in our ozone? Why do any of us have to have our peace disturbed by the neighbourhood's lazy lardarse?