Date registered: Sep 2004
Vehicle: 83 Astral Silver 280 SL
Location: Planet Houston
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RE: Hey Bot! Is this named after you?
Clear Lake, my home, is neither clear nor is it a lake. It's actually a part of Galveston Bay that got choked off by a sandbar. It's popular because the sand bar has a nice little spot to get a big boat thru, and the so-called lake stays calm when the bay is roiled by God's wrath.
But if you want a really misnamed place, one should go to Mt. Pleasant, TX. It is the Auschwitz of the chicken world, where millions of chickens a day sacrifice their lives for mankind. It is the largest food processing plant in the world, a jewel in the crown of Pilgrim's Pride, an organization considered the #1 enemy by all Texas environmentalists. You may have heard of them in the news lately, where their employees were caught on tape having a little fun stomping the chickens to death instead of hanging them by their feet and running them through the laser beam machine that makes their heads explode into nice pink goo that can be floated off to the local river - much cheaper than sweeping up all those little beaks.
The dead chickens not fit for sale are thrown into a vast open pit of rotting carcasses, a "rendering pit" that apparently is a necessary thing, a vast stinking pit of death to which is also added truck loads of road kill, farm casualties and dog pound unfortunates, hauled in from throughout the state all day. Everywhere are vast mounds of chicken shit. Just driving thru the town will make your clothes stink so bad you will yearn to get home and burn them. Hours after you have left the town, your car will smell like rotted death. It is the most unpleasant spot on the face of the earth. It is also on fairly flat ground.
And then again, here in Houston is the part of town called Elysian Fields, named for the nirvana reserved on Olympus for the most holy. It is a slum that would make third world nations hang their heads in shame, the hovels where our wage slaves live with the rememnants of the ghetto culture, and every night they blast each other, torture their kids, die from smack and crack, and carry on their endless war with the police. Sad, tis sad.
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