Karl P. Platt on mon 9 sep 96
At the risk of sounding coarse, the best thing to tell tyrannical
greenshirts about kiln fumes is that they're kind of like a fart -- OK
flatulence. Yes they small bad, no-one wants to linger inhaling them, and
they're harmless. Indeed, before they come over have a big dinner of
Frijoles and Dos XX to demonstrate the point.
As a disclaimer, this was told to me by a high-paid eco-weenie
consultant who in the absence of a fanatical bureaucracy would actally be
doing some sort of activity that produced useful good.
Karl -- who has little use for meddling "public officials"
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