There I am again -- 'on the road
again'! -- and what do I happen to come across in my Happy Trails To
Me?
Answer: All kinds of really UGLY things
thrown onto Iowa by the Wicked Witch of the East!
I call them -- The ButtUgly Windmills
of the BUWIs -- (Butt Ugly Windmill Industry).
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We start with a long shot of Goldfield.
This town has not been molested by BUWIs yet. Goldfield is not a BUWI
Certified 'Everytown' yet.
Another long shot of Goldfield. Notice
the clean horizon. Only the town and the trees of the Boone River
greenbelt can be seen.
Speaking of which, here is a photograph
of the Boone River. No ButtUgly Windmills in sight. If the vicious
BUWIs could change that, they would.
A long shot of Eagle Grove, from the
trail-head of the Three Rivers Trail.
A closer view of Eagle Grove. Keep
these pictures for reference. If the BUWIs have their way, they will
turn Eagle Grove into a BUWI Certified 'Everytown'; and one more evil
step in their goal to debase and befoul Everytown In America, with
their God-awful Butt Ugly Windmills, will have been achieved.
Farther afield, these are the ButtUgly
Windmills north of Iowa Falls that make that town look so ugly at
night. Of course, they also make any area that they are in look like
a trash can with ButtUgly Windmills sticking up out of it.
In all of the queer advertisements for
ButtUgly Windmills from the BUWIs -- those things are shown as pretty
little toys harmlessly sitting in green fields with cloudless blue
skies overhead. The Poster Pinups of modern technology, with no
mention of the environment. This photograph shows what they really
look like -- huge -- ugly -- alien -- intrusions upon the land.
There are two retards inside this one,
making blood money from the BUWIs by ruining Iowa to feed the
Electricity Greed of the ugly big cities elsewhere -- you know, where
the Wicked Witches come from.
Here, the intrusive shock of the
overbearing ugliness of those things is shown for the first time. We
will see more examples of this.
Travel magazines always highlight
exotic and magnificent settings and scenery, as does all travel
advertising; so much so that the common societal concepts of what is
a beautiful landscape now has to include whatever is necessary to
entice customers to locations where money traps are waiting for them.
That is the idea behind travel advertising to begin with.
Consequently, the real and uncluttered beauty of the land is ignored,
forgotten, or not known to begin with. This sad state of affairs, is
seen by the BUWIs as a carte blanche permiso to uglify and clutter up
the non-resort lands of the country with their windmill crap.
This was once a pleasant looking sight.
Do you see that green tree in the background? That is a Norway
Spruce, which is the highest living species of life on the Iowa
plains. Now, a new and dead and machine species has taken over many
lands in Iowa that were formerly serene and natural.
A bleak landscape. When you look at
ButtUgly Windmills, do you see any birds? I have never seen birds
flying around or amongst them. Does that tell you anything? In fact,
I do not remember seeing any deer in the vicinity of those alien
machines.
Another typical example of ButtUgly
Windmill machines looking like invaders in a War of the Worlds.
When those things turn, they sound like
a jet airliner is flying over your head. You can hear the noise of
just one of them a mile away. Perhaps all of the people in this house
are already deaf.
Why do ButtUgly Windmills exist?
Answer: So people in big cities
(outside of Iowa) can make money. There is no other reason. Every
reason that the power companies say, is Queershit. Money, is the root
of all existence in those ugly cities. The people in those ugly
cities need to have ugly windmills here in Iowa, so that they can
have the electricity that is needed for them to make money.
Everything else is secondary. Without money in those ugly cities,
nothing else is possible -- and the infrastructures of those places
have been so intensely electrified that without ever-increasing
amounts of electricity the places simply will not function as
promised. Unemployment will soar, discontent will multiply, crime
will prosper, the dreams of every working slave will be ruined.
The idea that the ButtUgly Windmills
already installed will satisfy the increased demand, is nonsense. The
demands will continue to grow beyond already staggering proportions.
The land will have to be floor tiled with ButtUgly Windmills, to keep
up with the needs of the money makers in the ugly cities outside of
Iowa.
This one pastoral setting will never be
the same again. Never pastoral again, even with corn crops six feet
tall. What was once pleasing scenery for the soul, is now garish
nightmares stuck into the ground.
Iowa is a somewhat flat land, divided
into geographical areas by the many rivers that cross it. It is easy
for ButtUgly Windmills to tower over all structures here. Look at
this scene. What does the ButtUgly Windmill add to the view?
Close to the last view, is this one of
Hampton. There are no ButtUgly Windmills in this view. This is how
Iowa is supposed to look like. Hampton is not a BUWI Certified
'Everytown' -- yet.
This is a nearby farm. No ButtUgly
Windmills. Stare at this until you get the idea. This is how it is
supposed to be.
I could hear those ButtUgly Windmills
from where I was standing when I took this shot. By the way, the
photographs do not show it, but all of the things are turning. There
is a wind out of the east on this day. All of the machines are
pointed east.
On the opposite side of this road is
this view. See how far away the horizon is? No ButtUgly Windmills to
ruin the land. This is the way it is supposed to be.
What are the BUWIs afraid of? I have
noticed an increased paranoia on the part of any thing connected to
the BUWIs, since I first began to tell the world about those awful
bastards and bitches.
Can you believe this? There really is a
farm down there amongst the feet of those machines, buried alive.
'Everytown', Iowa. Surrounded by
ButtUgly Windmills, and BUWI Certified as a 'Good Little Dead Town'.
This town is lost to the rest of the world.
This is the ultimate result of the
combination of BUWI lies and brainless County Leaders who think only
of money. Of course, it is all about money. The electricity is for
people in ugly cities who must make money. So, they are willing to
pay Power Companies for that electricity (as if they had a choice) --
and in turn the Power Companies are willing to pass along some of
that money to the 'Losers in Everytown' -- to put in money-making
machines all around their town.
But, the amount of money that the
'Losers in Everytown' get for the sacrifice of their county to
outright horribleness -- is trivial compared to what the working
slaves in the ugly cities are willing to pay.
And then, to add insult to dire injury
-- the Power Companies have raised their utility rates. Now, the
'Losers in Everytown' have to pay more money for the electricity that
they get (none of which comes from the ButtUgly Windmills that ruined
their county).
Inside 'Everytown', Iowa. The ButtUgly
Windmills stand outside the entrance to the town like prison guards.
This was once a classic farmland
(Heartland) panorama. Now, nothing that those people do will ever
make it beautiful again -- unless they knock down those ButtUgly
Windmills. Remember that No Trespassing sign? It was a Power Company
sign. They have taken that land. Did they pay what it was worth? Did
they pay for the centuries of disgrace and shame that will follow?
Barbed wire. There are no cattle on
that land. Why do the BUWIs need barbed wire? Don't concentration
camps use barbed wire?
This greenbelt used to be quite
picturesque. I used to take photographs of it. Now, it is only worth
taking a picture of to show what has happened to it -- and why no
more pictures will ever be taken of its scenic values. It no longer
has scenic values.
Likewise, this was once a nice little
hidden valley of excellent spirits. Now, it is nothing more than a
front yard for the machines that rule over it. Can you sense the
massive BUWI greed behind this sinister view?
This used to be a road that promised
vistas and adventure just over the next rise. Now, the ButtUgly
Windmills mean -- 'turn around, find somewhere else to live'.
It is the unfettered and unspoiled
distance between the inhabited islands of the Plains, that allows
this land to shine and be worth living on. Such distances and
cleanliness of view allow for many variations of tone and texture and
content and action -- all natural to the land. Until, this distance
and cleanliness is butchered by the invasion of ButtUgly Windmills.
So typical of what I am talking about.
This shows the glaring contrast of the natural land, and buildings
that belong here naturally -- and the forever alien absurdity of
ButtUgly Windmills.
What do you see here? Do you really see
the barn? Or, is it just there, because your attention is on the
horror of the ButtUgly Windmills? This barn need not have been
painted red. Why paint anything within a mile of a ButtUgly Windmill?
Further eastwards, out of the dead zone
of the BUWIs. This is how the land is meant to look. No BUWI stains
upon the land to be seen.
A vista of genuine Iowa farmlands, as
intended by Natural Man.
One last chance to see how the land is
supposed to look, before the light is all gone for the day.
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Markel Peters
