In a rut

The roars of stags showing off echo through the forest, a show of dominance, we hear him long before we can see him. Strutting around his well established rutting ground, a fair harem around him, he's alert for any challengers, he needs to be, it's a winner takes all game.

Why can't we have nice things?

 

Why can't we have nice things? The answer is simple, we're arsehats. Over half a mile from parking, in a lovely section of Rhinefield Sandys, a carrier bag worth of mixed shite scattered amongst the stands; bottles, cans, various packaging, sites of two unsuccessful attempts at fires, even quite a substantial lounger. We can agree, arsehats. I reckoned the lounger was half inched from the swanky Rhinefield House about 500 meters east; a cursory scan of their page confirmed, yes, it is indeed one of their loungers! It crossed my mind this could be the work of privileged arsehats, an insidious cohort of arsehat, too often overlooked by the media class in favour of their sustained assault on the disadvantaged. Of course, an arsehat is an arsehat. I believe though that connecting younglings to nature from an early age would go a long way to helping, you're less likely to shit on something you've developed an emotional bond with. Anyway, behaviour like this is why we can't have nice things.