So what if life is getting really really dull?

I've been living just south of an adorable little flood plain for sixty years.  If Shirley Temple had been, during the Great Depression, a flood plain, she would look exactly like here right the fuck now.   I have a view of this trailer park from my living room window, and the floating aluminum siding, insulation materials and lulling dry wall slabs remind me poor planning nets bad results.   If it was possible to predict getting hit by a meteor, the one poor shit-head who got hit with one, in recorded history, might have stepped out of the way and not got hurt.  Yet I don't hold the poor prick responsible, because it's very freakish to be hit with a meteor, and fucking near a shoe-in that French Creek will flood.  It's been pulling the exact same shit for centuries.  

Stupid people are a danger to themselves.  And others.  The Keynesians might be right after all.  People are too fucking stupid to avoid catastrophe.  Like by keeping their trailers farther away from French Creek. 

 There needs to be more institutions.    Subsidized high rise apartments, placed brightly above sea level.  A shiny new state hospital some place dry and quiet.  I'm changing my mind about organized religion, anything that keeps people busy is better than watching the assholes wander around with their thumbs up their ass, unable to understand why they are morons.  We need to construct more YMCA-like oblong brick buildings .  To put people in.  The process of socializing a barbaric hoard is a highly material brick and mortar type of initiative.   Note popular trends in prison culture.  Note how it's made the world safer.