As I cruise through Paramus and up into The great fall foliage of the Empire border - I ask myself: is this it? Can a Sleepy’s, Price Chopper, and Chipotle be worth the blood? Is this why the tribes were slaughtered? Even Mussolini bore an aesthetic! Three dollar gas and packaged, processed enchiladas - Away from grace and growth, no children left to run, No creatures left to graze But this is not mere fascism, this quiet, drab extinction event - Did we blight the coral all f