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The clamor and stench of heavy equipment and toxic dust and tar and noise, noise, noise, noise, noise of the last nearly three months MAY be drawing to a close. If I live through today and these fumes, possibly I can emerge into a world made suburban by a bunch of fully-indoctrinated wage slaves and local zombie potentates.
I don't think this heralds anything good. It's already disgusted and angered me, even if they could've done it without all this chaos and disruption... but... this just is not ordinarily done where something darn seriously capitalist isn't about to take place and I'm thinking there's every chance the dead grocery store will turn into another casino soon.
Maybe they'll buy my place. Put me out of my misery.
always and any time....
