Uncle Bubba has been plumb bumfuzzled with the state of New Jersey. Much of the little state is not the industrial, urban cesspool that he always imagined it to be. West and central Jersey, away from the shore is rural but crowded. He has driven many miles inside of the state and explored many parks and wildlife management areas and has had a difficult time trying to find a place where he can be alone. You couldn't swing a dead cat without hittin' one of 'em. The folks here are nice enough, even quite friendly; but there seems to be so doggone many of them. Bubbie and many of his friends call 'em Yankees, and rightfully so. But there's something that transcends Yankees and Rebs, something that sadly shines an ugly light on all of us and reflects back onto our society; it's littering. Uncle Bubba has spent a fair amount of time in many states of this land and has found a common thread the is insidious and disturbing. He has had to wade through garbage to get to the water's edge to cast a fishing line. The cretins that leave their trash where they stand are nothing but immoral. They are the antithesis of a sportsman. How can one spend time in nature, enjoying it's beauty, it's bounty only to leave it some much worse off than when they arrived and rob the next person of the same wondrous experience that they have enjoyed? I mean, maybe the wheels still turning, but the hamster's dead.
Here is a photo of a six pack of empty beers. When Bubbie's see this scene, which he has more times than you can shake a stick at, he always wonders why the natural idiot that carries it in full can't carry it out when it's empty, i.e. LIGHTER!
In Bubbie's view, for a state that is taking in the neighborhood of $250 million in taxpayers' money to cleanup from Super Storm Sandy, you'd think that they'd take a little more pride in their homegrown trashing of their state.
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