Tuesday, October 2, 2012

H2S

"Hydrogen sulfide has been implicated in several mass extinctions that have occurred in the Earth's past. In particular, a buildup of hydrogen sulfide in the atmosphere may have caused the Permian-Triassic extinction event 252 million years ago.[48]"

I just became closer acquainted with H2S than I thought I would ever have to but times have changed and this dog has been kicked around this summer like a basketball at Little Harbour Field when the 1st grade kids decided to stop playing with their hands.
  

The summer has been hellish but only in the fall have I been forced to outfit myself with flame resistant clothing and H2S certification. That means I'll basically be working in the mines, something I always wanted to do since watching "How Green Is My Valley" by John Ford about coal miners and death and love and redemption in the English Spring. I'm not special and while everyone believes they support my pathetic lifestyle with welfare they are ignorant fools because not only have I never collected welfare but they are the ones I support with my energy field related services. 
Do I begrudge their ignorance? Yes.
I'm not like John Galt who doesn't think about those who criticize him. I resent them because they are first idiots, second they are wrong, and third they are actually the moochers on my own labor in H2S rich confined spaces that are closely related to natural gas fields, hydro-fracturing and oil and extinction. The land will eventually return to a dusty plain where only viruses and cockroaches run free. Humanity's era will be erased like the Great Auk of mammals. And so, the only debate is how deluded can we keep our brains in respect to the illusion of life and importance. 

What is important to me? A fine made J. Carruthers guitar, living long enough to play Lionel Richie songs for Jason Mackenzie at The Clipper Home for his 100th birthday,  the seasons, Beethoven,walks in the woods, Hermann Hesse.

I don't need money except for that guitar so I'm going to take my H2S certification and put on my flame resistant overalls that will protect me from deadly electrical arcing, and wear my self enclosed respirator INTO THE PITS OF HELL because that is what is necessary for mankind to feed itself and produce more Family Guy cartoons and transplant chicken lungs into panda cubs and love and live and make guitars. I'll do that and if I don't come out then one of YOU will have to find Jason Mac when he turns 100 and play him some Lionel Richie because he deserves it.
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