Switching To Firewood

He's finally found his element.

Yesterday, he was chopping wood. The day before yesterday, he was "bending over backwards", making officials toe the line and bringing them to heel. And yesterday? Yesterday, he was showing all his anger on wood. He was chopping it with all his might. Well, that's what they show it and say. And who was chopping it and how? One never knows. Well, it wasn't him. What for would he need firewood in residences?

However, it's possible, isn't it? Oil and gas will be next to nothing, so we are switching to firewood. He's hinting at a possibility. To the home-salted firewood. Anyway. They say that work therapy is good for soothing those with raving madness. But it's just for soothing, not for curing. It's a pity. This is a substitution for imported hydrocarbons.

On the other hand... The result of the work raises eyebrows as always. The wood has been chopped in such a big blocks. What kind of in-home stove do they have there? Or is it for the boiler room?

He's chopped wood. With an axe and wearing a cope. He's finally found his element. Even if it's a staged performance for the electorate, but maybe let him keep chopping it. Except for it's bad that there are no watermelon girls and boys around.

Loneliness.

Viktar Harbachou, Facebook