Comments on: Trash Talking About the McCommas Landfill http://frontburner.dmagazine.com/2008/07/14/trash-talking-about-the-mccommas-landfill/ FrontBurner® has been called the best blog in Dallas (repeatedly), a snarky celebration of ignorance, and a daily conversation about Dallas among the editors of D Magazine. Fri, 10 Feb 2012 03:59:30 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Daniel http://frontburner.dmagazine.com/2008/07/14/trash-talking-about-the-mccommas-landfill/comment-page-1/#comment-36153 Daniel Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:56:53 +0000 http://frontburner.dmagazine.com/?p=15776#comment-36153 In other countries, such as Peru among many others, there are humans who live the life of cockroaches directly atop gargantuan refuse heaps -- they're born on the dump, learn to walk on the dump, fall in love on the dump, get married on the dump, bear children on the dump, and die on the dump. Guess that's a little too much to expect from Amerikkka, though. <i>Sigh.</i> In other countries, such as Peru among many others, there are humans who live the life of ****roaches directly atop gargantuan refuse heaps — they’re born on the dump, learn to walk on the dump, fall in love on the dump, get married on the dump, bear children on the dump, and die on the dump.

Guess that’s a little too much to expect from Amerikkka, though. Sigh.

]]> By: El Rey http://frontburner.dmagazine.com/2008/07/14/trash-talking-about-the-mccommas-landfill/comment-page-1/#comment-36125 El Rey Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:04:31 +0000 http://frontburner.dmagazine.com/?p=15776#comment-36125 I had that "Where does it go?" question burning in my head as a teenager, so I followed my garbage men as they made their rounds. I never found out where it all went, since they called the cops on me for stalking them. Apparently, my classic '67 Cadillac Hearse was a little conspicuous. Since then, I have chosen a less distinctive stalking vehicle with a big enough trunk to take care of business... I had that “Where does it go?” question burning in my head as a teenager, so I followed my garbage men as they made their rounds. I never found out where it all went, since they called the cops on me for stalking them. Apparently, my classic ‘67 Cadillac Hearse was a little conspicuous. Since then, I have chosen a less distinctive stalking vehicle with a big enough trunk to take care of business…

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