Trees have finally become the ammunition with which the uberstrategists will, ironically, assassinate forestry as we know it. Already eviscerated by multi-functionality, drawn and partly quartered (so that its vital organs are out on show for all to see) by the plethora of mediocre landscape architects and designers claiming trees as urban phenomenon, trees now have to go through the indignity of their own khaki-slacked side giving them a thorough shafting. Pack it in now and get yourself a job with prospectsdoling out unsprayed, maggot-ridden slop to the same chattering fuckwits who did you out of your inviolable right to brash and high prune. The chard-munching bastards.
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