First: Semper fucking Fi to our intrepid explorer. This is gold.
Second: Not gonna lie, fam; I'm laughing at every single one of you who is shocked at what a shithole La Zorra has turned out to be. Don't get me wrong;I love you--but I'm laughing at you anyway, because holy shit, how could anybody expect any different?
This is how they live. The squalid, trash-strewn environment at La Zorra is the creation of the same two people who inhabit that squalid, trash-strewn hovel in Oakland.
Neither of them has
any sense of order. They pick shit up--a bottle of ketchup, a ventilation fan, a stack of plates--and it ends up wherever they've either set it down or it happens to fall. "Putting things away" is a completely alien concept to both of them. They don't pack out their trash or clean up because they're so blind to the squalor, they can't even start to care.
If they lived anywhere long enough, they'd end up as the sort of filthy, squalid hoarders whose house is literally filled with garbage and ground-in dirt. There are hoarders who accumulate stuff that might prove useful one day; there are hoarders who see themselves as curators of collections of important stuff; there are hoarders who simply can't let anything go. Kjell and Niraj aren't any of these. They're slobs, so mentally disconnected from their physical environment that they don't even see how filthy, chaotic, and disgusting it is.
There's a lot of us who aren't exactly neat freaks, but even we would tidy up our campsite before leaving. Packing out the trash and empty propane tanks, returning food to its proper shelf (instead of leaving it to lie on the ground or sit on a table outside), taking things such as folding chairs inside so they aren't left exposed to the elements--this is all
basic shit, but they can't even manage that. But hey, they can't manage it at home, either.
I was expecting SOME kind of progress since I first heard about this mess, but I guess I had too much faith in the architectural ability of a bunch of wannabe troons.
On the positive for them, their inability to build anything only reaffirms their sexual identity as clueless middle aged women.
Nah, if they were clueless middle-aged women, they would have at least tried to decorate the shipping container to make it nice--laid some Pergo flooring or self-stick tile; swagged fabric from the ceiling; painted the outside a pretty color; dragged in some big pots to plant cactus in, and a pre-fab assemble-it-yourself gazebo or some shit. They definitely would have worked out some sort of solar-heated shower arrangement and some sort of toilet set-up.
Then again, clueless middle-aged women wouldn't have set up camp this far from a Home Depot, a Walmart, and hot running water in the first place--this variety of cluelessness is strictly masculine in its nature.
I can't imagine the fly and maggot infestation on all that gargbage left to rot in the open, let alone the rattlesnake, scorpion and desert mice population attracted by all that free food.
Given how dry it is in the desert, they aren't going to have much of a fly problem, as flies aren't all that interested in desiccated food. Left exposed to the elements, everything dries out before it really has a chance to rot. But they've had a kit fox come around, possibly lured by their garbage (and they have the nerve to name it "Trashy"?), and no doubt rodents, and where there's more rodents, they'll end up with more rattlesnakes. Oh, and eventually coyotes, who, unlike the kit fox, will gladly make a snack of their dog.
To be fair behind Jonestown was a fortune of several million dollars. If our troons had that much, they would buy something much more nice,like a mansion with maids (cis) because they are vain and lazy.
Nah, they wouldn't bother with cis maids. They'd lure in a bunch of semi-homeless troons with the promise of being allowed to live with others just like them in this safe, affirming community, in exchange for work. Kjell would take any money they have and bully the shit out of them during the day, then let them get stoned and have orgies at night (thus ensuring they would stay).
If they had an actual house (even a shitty one), with water and power, on a bit of rural acreage with plenty of room for derelict trailers and RVs, and that was only accessible by car, La Zorra as a troon cult compound might actually have been a viable proposition. But they picked an undeveloped, barely-accessible desert hellhole instead, so we are deprived of the mayhem and amusement that could have been.
This actually looks less like a serial killer hideout than the kind of shitty little place a bunch of teenage and very male redneck stoners would go to, get stoned, drink beer, and plink at things with varmint rifles. Like everything these troons do, it's almost a stereotype of what women make jokes about as to how when men get together, they act like a bunch of filthy Vikings.
Yeah, it definitely screams "boys-only clubhouse (with no girls around to tell us what to do, or to clean up after ourselves)." Just like their dwelling in Oakland.
I get the feeling [Saline Wash was] the major talent of Troonstown, and I bet Greta did not lift a finger to do any carpentry work.
I'll bet the partition wall in the container was built by Saline, and that he also cut window hole--leaving it for Kjel to frame out and install the window once Saline left (which means that window will sit there forever, among the other accumulating trash). I'd also lay money on Saline also being the one who applied the roof foam and paint on the exterior of the container (or as much of either as Kjel and Niraj could be bothered to purchase). Saline seemed to be the only one actually invested in making this project work, and willing to do any actual labor, so losing him has pretty much killed it.
Greta & Co. would have been much better off buying an old motel or trailer park, and housing the troons in a relatively developed and functional settlement, than trying to off-grid it in such a harsh, unforgiving environment.
The sheer remoteness and inaccessibility of La Zorra means it's never going to be more than a semi-abandoned trash pile in the desert. The logistics of getting even the most basic necessities for living in that environment to the site are so huge, and so expensive, they're practically insurmountable. Had they started with acreage that already had power and water available, was on a paved or improved dirt road, and onto which it was easy to drag a bunch of cheap old travel trailers or single-wide mobile homes, they could have had something up and running by now.
They're too broke, lazy, and stupid to come up with a scheme for a troon community that would actually work, and I feel kind of bad about that, because getting people like Richard, Phil, and other no-hoper members of the Rat King to join them could only have ended in tears (of laughter, on my part). But I also think Kjel and Niraj's body count is high enough, and since the only good troon is one who is still alive to laugh at, it's just as well.
campground, personally.
