I think I may be up for that experiment. I have a whole bunch of old college text books that address subject matter I'm unlikely to ever avail myself to. I think burying them in a hole, throwing cow shit on top them, covering over the mess with dirt and then pissing on it all to settle the dirt has a certain sense of justice to it. Not quite as good as when I laugh in the face of the representatives of the alumni association when they call begging for money, but satisfying nevertheless.
Quite funny how I handle em actually. The conversation goes something like, "Mr. Collins, this is Judy calling from the University Alumni Association. We are contacting you today because we want money for doing absolutely nothing except being people who work at the university you used to attend and having the gumption to do so."
"Well now dearest Judy, does than fine institution you work for still knowingly hand out more parking permits than they have parking spaces and then put ticket books into the hands of low IQed rats with badges to thus extort money from working
class kids who families are hocking the family farm so that their children might have a better life whilst you let those other low IQed rats that are here solely to pack your football stadium each Saturday in the fall park wherever the hell they want with nary a consequence?
But then I don't hold a grudge.
But I do hold on to my check book.