Elmer Has Got Air Conditioning!

I spent the night up in the hills just under Cogswell Dam, trying to pray for a precision type earthquake and, it being SUMMER once again, I got another seasonal look at the fucking Elmers among us once again.

This year Elmer is sporting the usual gas hogging pickup trucks that get 10 or 11 miles to the gallon on good days on flat, even paced roads, only there's a new phenomena I didn't see last year that's been added to these fucking Elmers' surrogate penis.

Air conditioning.

Good fucking grief.

Here in Southern California we're edging upward of $3 a gallon for gas and these huge surrogate Republidiot penis enhancers get _maybe_ 10 or 11 miles to the gallon, and even less when they leave the road and still less when the fucking morons put snow tires or clown tires on them -- as most of the Elmers do.

This year, however, I sat atop my bicycle on the rocks not 30 feet from Elmer as he entered the San Gabriel Off Road Vehicle play pen for Elmers along the mighty San Gabriel River, and I saw each and every one of these Elmers (those with enclosed cabs) with tinted windows tightly rolled up, it being over 90 degrees at the time I sat there chugging water so I could refill my canteen from the river just above where these Elmers start polluting it.

Air conditioned Elmers this year. Good fucking grief.

There's nothing for them to do there except drive back and forth in their F150's over the river that's about 6 inches deep and about 30 feet wide with a flat rock bottom. And that's what they do: They drive their pickups back and forth slowly forging the mighty river, subdueing Mother Nature, pitting Man against Nature and -- being so manly in their bright shiney new penis -- they're just the Man to win in the epic battle.

And they do it in air conditioned comfort, braving the wilds, radios turned up all the way, cans of COORS propped up in their crotches covered with hats so the Freddies dont' catch them drinking alcohol as always.

Here rightard terrorists invaded an innocent country and has slaughtered over 100,000 innocent people, half of them children under the age of 18, all so that fucking Elmers like these can plod back and forth in water that doesn't even come up to the bottom of their hubcaps in air conditioned comfort while pretending they're on some fucking safari.

And they _do_ think they're on safaris. Look at the names of the pickups they drive and it's, "Expedition" and "Ranger" and "Explorer" and "Yukon" or "Excursion..." as if they're Artic explorers far out on the Ross Ice Shelf braving dangers and findthing themselves man enough to meet the challenge.

<heh> I sat there chugging water highly amused. After filling my canteen, I biked over to talk with Freddie about Elmers in general and we traded stories about what the both of us has seen up there, with polluters and people starting fires and drunken rightards forcing normal people's cars off the road and into the canyons... Now I hear that Freddie is going to open the road all the way up to Crystal Lake next month, something that none of the Freddies want since that means another 5 miles of used diapers, spray paint, trash dumped along the side of the highway, and fires that have to be put out every frocking week at great expense.

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