Wait. Fond as I am of that story, and of Harlan&#039;s stories in general (and thanks for that Wiki, where I can see Harlan claim that the original wasn&#039;t misogynistic -- fuck you, Harlan, you&#039;re a great writer but you <i>are</i> an asshole),
Back in 1978-ish (I could look it up, but it doesn&#039;t matter), the Mediterranean fruit fly was posing a big time problem for California, and the state decided to spray very large areas, including residential areas, with malathion. Now, there were two interesting storylines around this SAFE insecticide.
(1) It would be a good idea to put tarps over your cars on nights when they were spraying, because it would eat your paint (but it was safe, you know);
(2) Some dude in the state administration (see parenthesis above) held a press conference at which he drank a glass of malathion to prove it was safe. Notably missing from the stories about this were any details about the concentration of what he drank. Also, to be complete, he was an amputee Vietnam vet right-wing wackadoodle from Moonbeam&#039;s first (long-ago) administration.
Seriously? They didn&#039;t even confine the residue? &quot;For fuck&#039;s sake&quot; doesn&#039;t even come close. What utter shit heads. And by that, I mean their heads are literally full of shit.
Fuck, I had asbestos sheeting lining the closet where my gas heater lived in the first house I owned in 1973. I don&#039;t THINK I disturbed it much, but that would just have been an accident.
You know, I can only feel sorry for the guy and his family. For a long time, nobody had a clue. In the (early) eighties, the epidemiology was still debatable. The US has never been susceptible to the precautionary principle.
Back to the assholes in this story -- that ship sailed long ago.
No shit.
Throw in some marble chips. That neutralizes everything (they told me in 1972).
Mural.
Duh?
Don&#039;t know about wherever it was, but in Cali those waivers would be worth, you know, richard.
Shit, this isn&#039;t murder. These kids won&#039;t die for twenty-thirty years.
I wonder how our random moron from yesterday would take this.
Cherno WHAT?
Wait. Fond as I am of that story, and of Harlan&#039;s stories in general (and thanks for that Wiki, where I can see Harlan claim that the original wasn&#039;t misogynistic -- fuck you, Harlan, you&#039;re a great writer but you <i>are</i> an asshole),
HOW does this remind you of A Boy?
OT: On the one hand, yes. On the other hand, fuck off.
Damn.
Back in 1978-ish (I could look it up, but it doesn&#039;t matter), the Mediterranean fruit fly was posing a big time problem for California, and the state decided to spray very large areas, including residential areas, with malathion. Now, there were two interesting storylines around this SAFE insecticide.
(1) It would be a good idea to put tarps over your cars on nights when they were spraying, because it would eat your paint (but it was safe, you know);
(2) Some dude in the state administration (see parenthesis above) held a press conference at which he drank a glass of malathion to prove it was safe. Notably missing from the stories about this were any details about the concentration of what he drank. Also, to be complete, he was an amputee Vietnam vet right-wing wackadoodle from Moonbeam&#039;s first (long-ago) administration.
Seriously? They didn&#039;t even confine the residue? &quot;For fuck&#039;s sake&quot; doesn&#039;t even come close. What utter shit heads. And by that, I mean their heads are literally full of shit.
Fuck, I had asbestos sheeting lining the closet where my gas heater lived in the first house I owned in 1973. I don&#039;t THINK I disturbed it much, but that would just have been an accident.
You know, I can only feel sorry for the guy and his family. For a long time, nobody had a clue. In the (early) eighties, the epidemiology was still debatable. The US has never been susceptible to the precautionary principle.
Back to the assholes in this story -- that ship sailed long ago.
Sadly, no.