What's Wrong with (Some) People?

I was out for a walk today. I love the country, seeing the trees, hearing the wind rustle the leaves, having my eye caught by a splash of gold or lavender amid the green. But there are idiots around who have put a cramp in my enjoyment. I'm referring to the assholes who think the woods are their personal trash dump. It's not even the reefs of beer bottles and soda cans washed up in the ditches, or the blowing newspapers and napkins. It's the damned rotted "sofas," broken "TVs," "car seats," "refrigerators," "chest-of-drawers," and the freaking "piles" of black nylon trash bags spilling their cornucopia of crap into my environment. What the hell is wrong with people? I wish I had the power to take every last cast off carpet remnant and other piece of garbage and rematerialize it in the living rooms of the idiots who threw them out. I'd force them to live in the filth they create until they learned to dispose of it properly.