3/22/25

New America '76: 11. Our Highway Trash

Left in a puddle of petty vandalism and high pitched insults of the last century kind.  These are desperate people.  Desperate for protest, desperate for rage, desperate for meaning, any meaning.  The signs arrive on time, the chants are sad. Old pale people are everywhere, the Boomers are so predictable, mentally abused for decades, reliabley outraged upon command.


Nothing about them matters, bitterness will kill the bitter quick.  Cheer up, I say.  This ending of waste, war, and wackos is a positive development.  The benefits are beyond the most optimistic assessment.  Way less fools.


Avoidance seems the best approach, let's see if the vandals stick with it.  The video evidence is amassing, the Ai is crunching, cross-referencing, and identifying at record pace.  Chuck 'em in jail, chuck the key, they can pick up our highway trash for the next 20 years.  Their anarchy has no place.

They do not matter to society.

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