I spent three weeks stockpiling about 600 towerbusters and an army of earth pipes and HHGs (Holy Hand Ka-booms). Normally it’s a “boating accident,” but this time we lost everything on a runaway stage coach debacle.
If you visit this part of Arizona and want to live in a western movie for a bit, go to the Tombstone Monument Ranch. Cute town. Fun vibe. Kind people. Unique history, assuming you believe in the old west that ignores a few hundred vital years of our history (yeah, I said it). Willcox offered its own horror movie vibe with 50 cell towers for every one human, and over half of the buildings being abandoned. Nothing about Willcox makes sense except “underground base.” And as for Bisbee... it’s like Jerome (a mining town) but on steroids with an extra side of 1940s Nazi Germany. Fortunately, every building is literally disintegrating, which actually made gifting much easier. Supposedly it’s one of the biggest meth capitals of the country... and I’ve never seen so much rainbow colored hair on “artists” before. What happened to simpler times when angry people just dyed it purple, or occasionally blue if angry enough at Trump for whatever the TV said? Simpler times...
All in all, three towns that needed gifting, but again, Tombstone was kinda rad and I’d go back. And it rained in all three places when we headed back yesterday. The ranch said their monsoon season was insane. Color me shocked.
Anyway... Good times. Still a ways to go.
Get out there and start busting those towers!
These photos below are from Bisbee, Arizona. They speak for themselves when it comes to energy. Bisbee felt like a NWO haven, and despite no mask mandate in Arizona, most businesses proudly displayed signage indicating they enjoy sucking the government's dick. While I'm glad we ventured to this demonic meth lab of a liberal hell hole (it's a meth capital btw), I would much rather perform eye surgery on myself without anesthesia than return to this concubine herpes sore of a community.