outdoorsically speaking, why do white european boomers feel the need to destroy nature for naught but their own vanity, and then look around all confused-like, when nature fights back, makes them sick, kills them and they'are young?

sometimes u really wonder whether amorkeea is worth saving, and whether u should just live in the woods, and when the gubmint-hired clowns comes to skrew with u inevitably, look em in the eye and tell em they have only theyselves to blame. and then pack up camp and keep moving.

i guess diogenes was right... he spent all day looking for an honest man and couldnt find one.