Dang it! I was really hoping that they would actually get covered in the liquefied poo...
Currently, here in North Carolina we have a bunch of people protesting outside the Governor's Mansion (McCrory and his team have engineered a 400,000,000+ budget surplus for the last fiscal year, by the way). I believe one of their main gripes is the now world famous House Bill 2 which protects families from having to share bathrooms with mentally ill individuals who feel that their gender is totally based on their current "feelings" or perverse sexual proclivities (of course the media won't tell you that the bill only applies to state gov facilities and NOT private businesses who are rightly left to decide for themselves).
Anyhow, the protesters aren't merely assembling with signs and showing solidarity through strength in number. No... they're using F%#&ing AIR HORNS. Yes, air horns blasting in the direction of the People's House. If that is not a strong testament to the absolute vileness of the left, I'm not sure what is. Certainly they can all be arrested for something. Why they haven't been is beyond me.
The only thing that would make that funnier would be if the farmer was growing corn for gasahol to augment the oil the protesters loathe so much... but burn anyway in their Mercedes on the way to the protest after arriving in their private jets.
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As a kid growing up on the Great Plains, on summer trips we would hear the cry..."Alfalfa!" Which meant we were going to drive through the brown cloud of liquefied cow manure put out by giant linear irrigation sprayers. Or Pivot sprayers in Kansas. Visible sometimes for miles.
I'm not talking East Coast little farms, I'm talking multiple grid square fields in one ( rotated ) crop. ( see "Dirty Mary Crazy Larry" for a visual of mile grid square country )
This was in the days before AC was common in cars, and decades before filters in the AC systems.
So... On the battle cry "Alfalfa!" we would roll all the windows up on the car, close all vents, shut off the heater fan, and Dad would punch it up to about 100 mph. Shirts over mouths and holding our breath as long as possible, temps in the car rising way past 100 F, we'd zoom through the cloud, and as we exited, all vents and windows would be frantically opened to clear the air in the car.