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Fire in the Mountains
Jul. 29th, 2024 09:58 amA DW friend lives in the mountains above Cohasset within the perimeter of the Park Fire, which has incinerated more than 560 miles in Butte, Shasta, Tehama, & Plumas Counties.
It will be a miracle if her house survives.
I am trying to wrap my head around what it feels like to lose a home to a fire.
And failing utterly.
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The fire is arson.
The arsonist, some guy just released from prison. Served 19 years for robbery involving great bodily harm. There was also a previous conviction for lewd & lascivious acts involving a child under 14.
He was released to the care of his mother.
And apparently, his mother pissed him off.
Because he took her car, drove it to a gulley near a popular swimming hole in Chico’s Bidwell Park, doused it with gasoline, set it ablaze, & then pushed the burning car down the embankment—all in full view of the people at the swimming hole.
They immediately called firefighters & presumably did what they could to contain the flames.
But Northern California in the summertime is tinder waiting for a match.
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Is this pure evil?
I mean, I don’t suppose the guy deliberately intended to start an event that would wreak havoc on so many lives—134 structures destroyed! No reported fatalities—yet: An awful lot of people live off the grid in those parts in trailers and campers along deeply rutted roads. It’s hard to imagine that some of those people didn’t die.
No, the guy was just really pissed off at his mother.
He still loved her!
Maybe even has a tattoo attesting to his love.
But he was really pissed off.
Decided to do something that would really show her.
###
My own little life continues to trickle more-or-less effortlessly enough down its little track. Though I need to become more disciplined about Remuneration.
I did a two-hour phone marathon with public-policy-Eleanor, trying to figure out what Trump meant with this incredibly weird pronouncement: Four more years, you know what, it will be fixed, it will be fine, you won’t have to vote anymore, my beautiful Christians.
I mean, what the fucking fuck?
And I began reading Dolly Alderton’s Everything I Know About Love, which is highly entertaining though not particularly insightful since it seems clear to me—if not yet to Dolly Alderton—that she’s gay.
It will be a miracle if her house survives.
I am trying to wrap my head around what it feels like to lose a home to a fire.
And failing utterly.
###
The fire is arson.
The arsonist, some guy just released from prison. Served 19 years for robbery involving great bodily harm. There was also a previous conviction for lewd & lascivious acts involving a child under 14.
He was released to the care of his mother.
And apparently, his mother pissed him off.
Because he took her car, drove it to a gulley near a popular swimming hole in Chico’s Bidwell Park, doused it with gasoline, set it ablaze, & then pushed the burning car down the embankment—all in full view of the people at the swimming hole.
They immediately called firefighters & presumably did what they could to contain the flames.
But Northern California in the summertime is tinder waiting for a match.
###
Is this pure evil?
I mean, I don’t suppose the guy deliberately intended to start an event that would wreak havoc on so many lives—134 structures destroyed! No reported fatalities—yet: An awful lot of people live off the grid in those parts in trailers and campers along deeply rutted roads. It’s hard to imagine that some of those people didn’t die.
No, the guy was just really pissed off at his mother.
He still loved her!
Maybe even has a tattoo attesting to his love.
But he was really pissed off.
Decided to do something that would really show her.
###
My own little life continues to trickle more-or-less effortlessly enough down its little track. Though I need to become more disciplined about Remuneration.
I did a two-hour phone marathon with public-policy-Eleanor, trying to figure out what Trump meant with this incredibly weird pronouncement: Four more years, you know what, it will be fixed, it will be fine, you won’t have to vote anymore, my beautiful Christians.
I mean, what the fucking fuck?
And I began reading Dolly Alderton’s Everything I Know About Love, which is highly entertaining though not particularly insightful since it seems clear to me—if not yet to Dolly Alderton—that she’s gay.
