Right now, dozens of train cars carrying 10 million pounds of poop are stranded in a rural Alabama rail yard.The load has been there for almost two months, and it's making the whole place smell like a rotting animal carcass. To add insult to injury, it isn't even their poop. For the last year, waste management facilities in New York and one in New Jersey have been shipping tons of biowaste -- literally, tons -- to Big Sky Environmental, a private landfill in Adamsville, Alabama. But in January, the neighboring town of West Jefferson filed an injunction against Big Sky to keep the sludge from being stored in a nearby rail yard. It was successful -- but as a result, the poo already in transit got moved to Parrish, where there are no zoning laws to prevent the waste from being stored.
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> Parrish, where there are no zoning laws to prevent the waste from being stored.
Sounds like the ideal haven for libertarians looking to "improve" SF.
an epic load of poop
Ah America. Land of the Free (to live next door to a railway siding full of shit.)
Also land of media that uses baby language for its audience. "Poo(p)"? Why not "feces"?
Then again journalists are taught to write to a fifth grader's reading level, probably since public education will only take students that far...
Faeces is a bit highfulutin' though, why not a good honest "shit"? Or possibly a "crap".
And no bloody asterisks either, write it properly. Shit.
Exactly - if it's good enough for a shithole "president", it should be good enough for the rest of us.
So you're telling me it's literally 10 million pounds of sludge from New York and New Jersey? I think you need to revive the "music" gag for this post.
Do we know if Parrish went with Moore or Jones in the special election? This could be a karma delivery.
Parrish is post-apocalyptic: https://goo.gl/maps/PdtZJFPQY6y Karma has come and gone.
It's been over 20 years since I've taken a Greyhound through AL, but much of that route looks like this. Bare red clay, a rusted Coca-Cola sign swinging in front of an empty building. Mutant freaks waiting in the shadows for the cutscene narration to end.
This monkey's gone to heaven.
I get that stuck in my head every time I see this headline