I cut down trees and burn them for my own pleasure.
I do not plant new ones to replace them, but leave my log drag pathways barren and desolate, and yet,
new stuff is growing back faster than I could maintain with my own replenishment efforts. Weird huh?
The trees I cut are on my land, and belong to me, not the blasted planet or some bogus, vogue culture-religion.
It’s their own fault they got cut and burned.
If they didn’t want this, they should have grown somewhere else.
To the sound of my revving chains saw, “Burn trees, burn! MUWAHAHHAAHAAAA”

Radical and Right
Red State Radical