I am temporarily staying with my relatives on a lakefront. The water is wonderful – it is calming and relaxing. There’s a dock in the front and a small beach to the side.
Well, the lake is wonderful during the week – there’s less yahoos on it. Yesterday, I watched speeding boats race one way then the other way. There’s boats pulling inner tubes full of screaming kidlets or adults. There’s jet-skis screaming by – my god, we abuse nature.
One guy had too much engine for his speed boat (if that is possible) and his front was so far out of the water, he was taking on water in the back. Talk about LOUD – he almost fell out several times – slowing down and with the equivalent of “stepping on it”.
But most outrageous was the speed boat with the giant speakers mounted on the top – blaring that horrible music (no taste either – no surprise there) for him to hear above the loud engine and as water lets sound travel – to everyone on both sides of the lake. Dufus. Not one care for anyone else – in fact – it’s LOOK AT ME.
Oh, for a small torpedo.
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Threatening to torpedo people! Is this what happens when a hippie moves to a red State? The next thing I know you will start eating meat.
Here is what you need to do, face west toward Berkeley and take several deep breaths. Then in the time honored tradition of rednecks everywhere, put sugar in his gastank.