What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage our shit output found out it was smarter, easier and cheaper to pay the fine for a “raw sewage spill” than to pay the millions of dollars for some workers to go down in those pipes and do an environmentally sound scrub 'em clean with some brushes and Mr. Clean and good old elbow grease? You know, wait for the cover of the rain and “whoops,” clean, smooth pipes - no lumpies to slow the flow.
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our towns were built, were only required to check out the geology right under the houses that were being built? “Go ahead and park that house right under that hill, your geology report says that old “terra firma” looks good underneath you.”
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our towns were built, allowed cities or houses to be built in flood plains or on major earthquake faults or on sliding hillsides or in private gated communities that block public access to the ocean front?
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our towns were built, made up building codes that purposely de-individualize shop fronts and community shopping malls so that they all look the same, you know, one town is an exact copy of the next, so if you were thrown in the trunk of a car and brought out 50 miles away, the landmarks all would be way to similar? Maybe the WalMarts can take out a mom and pop or grampa and gramma when the store front looks like the sterile designed AM/PM Mini-Mart, and you won’t fuss and cry when another one bites the dust?
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our commerce runs said, “if you fight our war you can sell us all the flu shots that we need for the coming season and we could even fake a shortage so you can really clean-up!”
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our elections were run, said go ahead and vote on the candidate of your choice, it’s touch-screen easy-as-apple-pie but don’t ask for a receipt. No, no, no.
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our products were made could lull us into complacency so we didn’t know what the hell we were really working on, or care if the crap we were working on was moved to a plant overseas?
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our advertising was broadcast didn’t care if there was unbridled subliminal advertising, or if your beer had been doctored - encoded into the bubbles, and released when you “pop” that top, in a sweet, whispered, feminine voice, “just one more - big boy!”
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our guns and ammunition are sold made it incredibly easy for even a mentally-unbalanced moron to stockpile all they wanted? Is there a doctor in the house? Oh, surprise, surprise, there is?
What if certain companies/corporations/governments that manage the way our blanks are built, gave us pre-rockered, close-tolerance, stringer-set, scrape-the-crust-off and what do you got left, shapes, so anytime they want they can swoop in, bird-of-prey like, with their advanced carbon-fiber “stealth” models and take out the mom and pop backyard industry?
What if???
Hey, forget about it. I’m just an old grump. Go surfing - if it hasn’t happened in your zone, don’t worry. But one day, probably not too far off - that brown in the water might not be mud, and after you’ve cleaned the hill off your house and after you’ve fallen hopelessly in love with your beer…???