Somehow, there's justice in this.
Somehow, despite the rising of my gullet, the churning in my guts, and the disgust that permeates my soul when I hear about things like this, there is a kind of balancing of the scales when we are afraid that our society could be brought to its knees by it's own effluvia. Buried under our cast-off, smothered by our own shit. Disease of our own making, left to run amok and kill far more than Eric Rudolph, the Unabomber, or anthrax envelopes. Our microcephalic government wonks cut the corners and cut the funds, and now, what are we afraid of? Our waste.
Motherfuck - are we a collection of dufi... (Plural of dufus, of course. It's Latin. Look it up, then!)
Since we started roaming over the Earth in any organized way, we've been dealing with our shit, and now it would appear that we are dangerously close to losing. All big cities in "great" societies have had to deal with the problem of open sewers, sewage flowing into streets, buildings and structures and health decaying and degrading in the face of a tidal wall of offal. Because we are a society that values money, and because we like things out of the way rather than actually dealt with, we are going to get taken out by invisible diseases that fester in our own shit, eat all the good bacteria the purifiers send after them, and wipe us from the face of the planet. Warren Ellis should do the comic, and Cronenberg should direct the movie.
