I experience a kind of existential horror when observing someone standing for a full minute with the nozzle of one of these idiotic machines directed toward a s

I experience a kind of existential horror when observing someone standing for a full minute with the nozzle of one of these idiotic machines directed toward a single recalcitrant leaf that could be dislodged with a subsecond flick from a rake or a broom, while piles of birds fall dead from their nests behind him. It resembles the sensation that overcomes me when surrounded, at a fireworks display, by a throng of my fellow citizens all attempting to memorialize the spectacle with flash photography.