Only one link, and arguably an aunt shouldn't like or recommend it, but I did.
The snarky, funny link goes out to all who feel overwhelmed by memories of personal losses on this day 24 years ago and by the murder of Charlie Kirk. Cry if you feel like crying. Yell and swear if you feel like doing that--blaming murderers, not your co-workers, your children, or the dog. Then, when you feel ready to remember that life goes on and people are a funny lot and stupidity constantly swirls around the planet, enjoy the skewering of the stupidity that prompted people to publish poems as unfinished as these...
In the course of serious professional research about the rather fine line between Bad Poetry (TM) and ordinary, generic, mundane bad poetry, I came across this blog of caustic snarky criticism of the worst poems at Poetry.com. I laughed until tears dropped on my lap. Well, yes, some slimebag, probably with a name that sounds like Poltroon, had sprayed New Roundup somewhere. Partly it was the conjunctivitis. But the tears were a great improvement.
Content warning: if you're a child and adults let you follow this link, they will have some awkward explaining to do, and if you're not reasonably well educated and well versed in pop culture, you'll have some web searches to do in order to understand the jokes.
There should be a link for this, but I don't want to make the time to dig for it: While burning the trash yesterday, I thought about places where this has not been a super-soaker summer, where trash has not formed a backlog--at rural homes or at landfills--because, on the majority of days, trash would burn. (Only on a minority of this summer's days has it been possible to burn anything.) And I thought about my scratchy throat and conjunctivitis.
Joe Sixpack does not know the chemical explanation for why burning something relieves symptoms of his reactions to airborne chemical poisoning. People who do know that explanation have been financially carrot-and-sticked into avoiding any quantification or publication of it. Nevertheless the fastest way to reduce the level of many toxic chemical vapors that may be hovering in the air and making people feel bad is to burn something.
This web site would never recommend that anyone in fire-prone country risk destroying entire forests or city neighborhoods just to get some relief from your reaction to New Roundup or whatever else the slimebags in your part of the world have been allowed to use to torture you. It's better to hunt down the slimebags and make them drink whatever they've been spraying, or enough of it that they cry, beg, kiss your feet, sign over all real property with its contents to you, walk to the nearest institution for the care of the violently insane, and say: "I've injured and killed my neighbors for no valid reason. I have no right or reason to live. If you want to keep me alive, please lock me up now." Not that this web site officially endorses the practice of forcing sprayer nozzles into slimebags' throats, which can be messy. This web site likes the rule of law. This web site merely observes that, of the two...
Anyway, sometimes it's good to burn something, but please choose safe ways to do it. Briquets in a nice metal grill on a nice brick platform are nice, and will also cook a meal. Plain unscented candles in a metal container are also good. We need no more wildfires.
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