This is the ride we've been on since the post-WW2 economic boom. Have to keep that big machine running even if it's fueled by mountains of absolutely useless consumer garbage. When I start thinking about all this too much it makes me want to grab a rifle and disappear into the brush to go live with Sasquatch. Not hunt him mind you, just see if he has the really good weed you can only grow out in the sticks. Maybe I'll pack a case of fruit pies for later.