Oh yeah the parks are usually fine (albeit, some can be quite bland) - it’s the people who don’t appreciate them. Why go to the park when they could go to the mall? Because by the time they’re in their car, why drive to a park?
I want to touch dirt. I want mud squishing between my toes and the cool wind whipping over my naked body. I want to feast on wild edibles while I gaze at a sky so full of stars it hurts to look at them. I want my neighbors to have paws and fur and feathers and scales. I want any signs I see to be curiosities or raw materials and to divorce myself from the human concept of time. I want to not see another person for months, and even then they are on a distant hilltop and quickly flee.
City parks are wasteful and useless - says people who have never lived within walking distance of a good park and drive everywhere
They are great places for dogging.
That’s what she said.
Said no one ever? Where in the world have you heard that?!
I’ve lived in small rural towns, where parks are a waste of taxpayer dollars according to many people
I’d imagine those same people think any spending is a waste of taxpayers dollars.
Well, yeah.
Bizarre. I stop at a few rural parks when bringing the kids home to Florida. They’re mostly very nice and well attended.
OTOH, I can see rural people not valuing parks. After all, we can go 1/4 mile from anywhere and be in actual nature.
git the gubberment outta my paycheck, thats socialism
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hey where’s my social security check?
Oh yeah the parks are usually fine (albeit, some can be quite bland) - it’s the people who don’t appreciate them. Why go to the park when they could go to the mall? Because by the time they’re in their car, why drive to a park?
They arent wasteful or useless, but they do tend to suck due to the sheer numbers of people who use them.
Plus they’re not wild at all. It’s still a lot of pavement-touching. Especially when there’s signs telling you not to walk on the grass.
That’s not a park, then, it’s a nature preserve.
I agree those are much better than parks
So… you don’t want to touch the grass?
I want to touch dirt. I want mud squishing between my toes and the cool wind whipping over my naked body. I want to feast on wild edibles while I gaze at a sky so full of stars it hurts to look at them. I want my neighbors to have paws and fur and feathers and scales. I want any signs I see to be curiosities or raw materials and to divorce myself from the human concept of time. I want to not see another person for months, and even then they are on a distant hilltop and quickly flee.
So… a national park, then?
Even there the signs must be read and obeyed. Imaginary lines in the dirt that I must be aware of.
And they make me wear clothes.