The Haymaker
Veteran Member
I'm fascinated by the public's tendency to deny that human waste exists and it has to go somewhere. Why do people always say "I have to go to the bathroom" like it's the most embarassing thing they could mention. Like it's some kind of forbidden addiction? Our town's little waste treatment facility is a series of lagoons and a spray field. They just happen to harvest hay off of the spray field. I think some years they even harvest grain (for animal feed) off the fields. I'd feed the hay to any of my animals. I'd feed my family any of the animals fed by that hay. (Same for the grain.)
No matter how you dress it in popular environmental terms or public health debate, it's still the adult version of the 2-year-old's "Icky poopoo gakaa". Or, if you're 6, "Hee Hee! You said Poopoo!"
My wife wishes I were that way. For some reason "Hey Honey, come check this out, do you have the number for Guiness?" does not seem humorous to her.
Someone asked, but I've not come across the answer yet. Where does the heavy metal come from? The answer of "pipes" doesn't settle well with me simply because we'd all be dead or morphed.... Or sterile like the Romans.