There is unrest in the garden. There is trouble with the trees.
I'm not a tree-hugger any longer. Selfish leafy bastards.
While
I love my trees I love my house more, at least I have to value it as more
important. Over the last few years I have really appreciated having a
woodland back garden full of huge mature trees there is a fundamental
problem. The trees take whatever moisture they need from the ground, and
their roots clearly must go under my house. When a dry spell occurs at
the early part of the year, which happens maybe one year in seven or so,
the clay soil shrinks and my house starts to crack. Sometimes
I can even hear the sounds of the cracks forming in bricks and tiles.
2010 was an especially dry spring following on from one of the driest
Februaries on record.
It is looking likely that in the coming months I will have to see the
trees taken down. Hopefully not all of them, but if that is the only
way it will have to be. So that is why I have taken down my Tree-huggers
page. But it is not the only reason. I have also been sick to my stomach
looking at the website Treehuggers
of America. These people clearly hate themselves and their parents and
their society in a very deep and sinister way. They hate capitalism, progress,
money, society, science, engineering, commerce, mankind, men and America.
Any enemy of Exxon or McDonald's is their friend whether they are communists,
Islamists, nihilists or anarchists. To them it is always the same struggle.
Fuck the bastards. I will not have anything to do with such people.
I want to look after the environment because I live in it and I want
there to be some for my grandchildren and
their grandchildren. It seems they want to look after it ideally by not
living at all. I love life, I am a biophiliac.
They just hate man, The Man and men. I get an urge to hug trees from time
to time because I like the living world that I am a part of and hugging
seems appropriate, it makes me feel good. For these people liking
trees and whales makes up for hating people.
To sum up, yes I love trees and if there is a way to keep my trees without
risking my house I will pursue that line, but in a choice between man's
needs and trees' needs man wins. |
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