A shower of sparks arcs across a workshop somewhere in Morrisville. The angle grinder whines like a Mountain Biker on volunteer day as he hones his edge. Sweat beads on his brow, furrowed deeper then the ruts on your local expert trail while your nemesis plots his every move. His blade silently screams his intent out into the dark of the night.
“I am the sanitizer!”
“I am the homogenizer!”
“I am the derooter!”
“I….am the trail builder.”
Out of the Vacuum he was born.
His plan hatched, and his will imposed upon your domain.
Allied with your apathy he has took root.
Lost is your sovereignty.
Gone are the days of Glory for Glory’s sake.
Where there was once love there is now hate.
Where there was once brotherhood there is now division.
Where there was once community there is now commodity.
All is lost….or is it?
Take control. Go to meetings. Get involved.
We want to build cool stuff too, but what we do is decided by you.