‘Cause I’m The Axman. Yeah, The Axman, Yeah. And I’m Working For No One But You
If you’re a script kiddie, goofing off in your cubicle until Lumbergh walks by, planning your zombie apocalypse or Life During Wartime survival of the fittest strategy, it may be useful to remember that if society does break down, you’ll be competing for food, resources, and mates with these fellows, many of whom do not look like they could even set up a MySQL database properly or other really intelligent and useful things like you can .
Good luck with that.
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My hometown does one of these: The Logger’s Playday, in Hoquiam, WA. In all of Washington state, which is, aster all, The Evergreen State, my two hometowns are among the three that are all-logging dominant. I guess that means everyone’s a logger. Those are Forks and Hoquiam. Forks, when they aren’t being vampires or werewolves, are big men with axes. These are men who eat 4000 calories a day and still want some more. But, their arms are like pneumatic jackhammers.
Anyway, I could go on. Maybe I ought to write my own post @ it.
I just got to add this. I loved the way the first two guys went at it. The older, balding guy vs the young, Mohawk guy.
The old guy went up the tree faster, and stood on the outside of the plank. Experience and knowledge count. Then, he hits exactly right the whole way, but gets tired sooner. The young buck does top the tree first, but I bet he hit a fault line. His swing was stronger, though.
Cool. Yes, when the balloon goes up, you can be be sure that logging communities will treat it like a speed bump. Farmers, too.
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