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The Land Deve The State was turning over formerly protected forest land for revenue to an international firm that proposed a private medical facility and community being built in the mountainous region. For the man living in this forest and on the mountain it was a breaking point. This was home to all things sacred. He would be the Green Man watching from the architecture of the forest, silently observing, planning and preparing acts of sabotage to slow progress and draw attention.
He was an outlaw, older now, tho still capable of physical activity he was wiser and more conservative. In the recklessness of youth he had gone to war, for the country and once back home, against it.
The Corporate political capitalism that communist used to control the government and fool it into thinking they were actually in charge, was revving up the war machine once again, while slowly the economy slumped into another predictable recession. The very land Americans lived on was being purchased right from under their feet by international investors. He could make them pay,, with his monkey wrenching,but in the end the corporate political power structure would have his head on a silver platter, delivered up as a domestic terrorist.
There must be more that can be done then simple childish acts of sabotage was his determination. Who what when where and why were critical questions about these traitors selling out America one acre at a time and he was determined to learn more. See More.