But Al......

...you should be running for Prezident.

You need to get with the real that, unless you are Prez,(or, at least, Vice Prez), these people won't DO OR CHANGE ANYTHING.

You need to have figured out that, just as JFK embracing that moon stuff, AS PREZIDENT, was what it took to get us to the moon, you too need to be in a position of POWER to get your goals realized.

Because I honestly don't think that these lazy morons will do what is needed, (not until it is WAAAAY too late), unless you make it a law.

And the only guy with that kinda clout, the RIGHT NOW TODAY IT'S THE LAW, kinda power is El Prezidente.

I like what you have to say;

http://www.truthout.org/article/gore-says-us-must-abandon-fossil-fuels-2018

(You'll probly have to paste it into the browser as I don't think this frickin' blog engine is being friendly to urls embedded in the text. )

But DUDE.

That's all you got.

Is talk.

p.s.ssst!

I don't think Obama has decided yet.

*winks*

Okay, SOMEBODY NEEDS TO EXPLAIN TO ME....

.......how that honking FAT DUDE on the little bicycle could possibly not know that his buttcrack is on display.

I mean.

C'mon.

That much ass sticking out...he HAD to feel the breeze back there.

While we are glad that he had on a shirt.....COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ONE LARGE ENOUGH TO COVER HIS BACKSIDE????

He seemed to have some illusions about what size shorts would fit.

Along with some serious illusions about the size of bicycle and seat would accommodate that butt....crack and all.

Pedaling those sadly flattened tires along the sidewalk, headed for the ice-creme store.

dammit.

Horses with Asthma

Today I spent another 200 bux with the vet.

My horse, you see, has asthma.

In the equine population, it's referred to as "heaves", which is a descriptor for the way a struggling horse breathes when they are having a bronchospastic event.

When a horse goes "heavey", they need to be treated with steroids and bronchodilator medications and antihistimines for whatever allergens may be triggering the disorder.

Didn't used to have this problem.

She used to be healthy, healthy as...well..... a horse.

But the environment is warming up.

The moisture of the region has increased, which has increased the amount of mold that grows, it has increased the amount of pollution saturation that hangs in the lower atmosphere, the heating has allowed the winters to be milder, which allows pollen counts to stay higher for longer.

And then there's the part where my neighbour, this kanky old lady just uphill from me, burns the cheapest damn coal she can buy in the winters. 

The smoke from which drifts downhill to where my barns and pasture are.

On a snowy day, you can walk out behind my barn and see the snow covered with grey and black speckles of coal dust.  

I don't even get why coal burning is still legal, honestly.

Well, yes, I do,(moneymoneymoneymoneymoney), but it's no longer rational.

I mean.

There are HUMANS, CHILDREN, who are spiraling into bad asthma in increasing numbers every year.

Entire USA towns of HUMANS,(and almost the entire population of China, now), who, by virtue of their location adjacent to coal burner power plants, have BAD, DYSFUNCTIONAL asthma.

The Bryant Gumbel show had an episode about it, so it must be true.....

So forget about my horsie for a minute.

And let's just not even consider the possibilities for the many other species that might be affected.

Let's just worry about the HUMANS.

If we even BOTHER to do that much, then, well.....

..............maybe someday my horse won't have asthma any more.

What Walmart Means to Me:An Essay by a Person with a Lower Middle-Class Income

Maybe we should close down the Walmarts so that the two "Mom and Pop" biz'es left in town can survive.....just because Margy Banks, White Woman, (who gets to be a StayathomeMom and is married to a $300,000/year income and can choose where she shops), says so.

Try really hard to forget that, in some towns, on some NDN Rezervations, like, 90% of the employment is the local Walmart store.

Put aside that Walmart allows people that don't have as much CASH as Margy does to still have a few of the things that Margy has.(Of course, maybe that makes Margy fundamentally unhappy or uncomfortable....)

Maybe the Super Walmart allows some folks to feed the kids milk, chicken, and veggies when, otherwise, they would be eating unbrand box macaroni, chips, and pop.

(Maybe I subscribe to the view that there is deliberate financial discrimination/genocide being perpetrated in an effort to keep the monied well fed and comfortable enough that they remain in power, and that the widening gap between the "Haves" and "HaveNots" is a strategy. Maybe Walmart makes that strategy a little harder to realize.)

Maybe Walmart isn't a particularly worse violator of employee rights than many other mercantile corporations. Maybe they are just more targeted.

Maybe the invisible Chinese Child Slavery problem isn't Walmarts fault.

Maybe Walmart hasn't air-dropped Round-up on the unprotected vegetation of South America, claiming it's the War On Drugs,(while wiping out the legit farmers and poisoning the waters), and interestingly coincident with Monsantos desire to market "Roundup Ready"  engineered seed to the farmies down thataway. 

I went to the Walmart store today.

I was able to get two-weeks worth of groceries, HEALTHY food choices, for less than $75.

TOUGH that I don't go to the KrogerStore anymore, not since they did B-Bear outta biz and then jacked up their prices....not since the local Walmart went Super and made a decent price on grapes available.

Since many of those grapes are imports from S. America...... maybe we need to worry more about where the Fed, in partnership with Monsanto, is spewing Roundup and less about closing the Walmart stores on the sayso of good'ol Margy Banks.

Declaration of Intent......

...or of Content, anyway.

I mean.

Maybe we want to know what I am DOING here.

WHY am I blogging?

I've asked myself that.

Well let's try a simple layout, see if there is a plan or a purpose, or a Mission Statement to be found in here somewhere.

1- It seems like the Thing To Do.

I mean evrybody, just EVRYBODY is blogging.

Famous People.

People who didn't USE to be Famous, but are now because of their Blog.

Children, who can't even focus their eyes on the computer screen yet, are being Blogged, their parents are doing the 1st-person-singular "I just puked on my rattle" schtick with them.

2- It's free,(essentially, we could go there about how my internet fees are part of the deal and maybe coal burnt electricity was involved and split a lotta hairs, but let's save that for later), thank you Google. I guess it seems like a fair value for the buck.

3- I have been Doing Writing for years but never really completed the process with much publication,(couple poems here and there), and friends have suggested that I Blog. They say that my quirky mind and Pugnacious Personal View might make good Blog material.

Yah, okay, we'll see.

4- I am curious about what will fall out of my head when I just sit down and Blather. I'm not really "scripted", I am just putting up what happens in here, (fishes out dictionary looking for a good word to sum up the process), Extemporaneously, (HAH! I knew that without the Dictionary!), and push the use of parenthesis about as far as the envelope will allow.

I guess this is a CONVERSATION.

5a- I think that my experience is kind of ,( as in Sort Of ), What The Regular People Are.

I mean, I work for a living,(and then some), I pay a HUMONGO tax burden that benefits Haliburton and the Rich Politicians more than it does me and the other Regular Folks, I am paying rapist-gun-to-my-throat prices to the Petroleum Pigs and gnashing my teeth with knowing full well that the prices don't HAFTO be that high,(c'mon, Trillions profit per quarter, how does that equate with Hafto?), and I watch people who , just by virtue of their outward appearance, have these LUDICROUS incomes, when people who literally save lives for a living, or feed the people, or teach the children, make a mere PITTANCE by comparison. I bet I'm not the only one who thinks the priorities are skewed....

5b)- I think I also have a perspective that is odd enough, edgey enough,(been dying to refer to myself as "edgey", so here it is), unique enough, to make a public blog worthwhile. Entertain somebody. Save somebody from me shooting them during a psychotic, rage-ridden outburst, because this is Therapeutic in some way. MAYBE some Richbitch or PersonInPower will read something I wrote and it will SAVE THE WORLD.

maybe not.

But at least they might get a little bit of a handle on what life is like down here amidst the mud and algae. As they are feeding on us, maybe they will take a look at what they are eating and who it comes from..... A conscience may be sparked somewhere........

yah, right.

6- Just for fun. Shitsandgiggles. It's an experiment. I can put all kinds of my version of Weird, all kinds of my "What ever happened to Common Sense?", maybe some photos that aren't little happysnaps of Kids on Plastic Swingsets, maybe there will be PERSONAL SECRETS EXPOSED HERE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.......... maybe I can put all that.

I have no expectations.

Neither should you.

Make no demands, anticipate nothing.

Then you won't be all disappointed if I just get bored with the whole thing, and, like Most Of America........................

just give up and quit.

footnote regarding the use of parenthesis; This is the way my brain works. Deal with it. I often have little "sidebar" comments that pop into my head while I am writing, talking, listening to Prokofiev on the iTunes.......and the vehicle that I've chosen to express that is the hapless parenthesis. I may also, at times, use those little asterisk thingies, or overindulge in the use of commas. I'm not sure, just yet, about how far I will stretch the use of italics and bold-fonting, so I'm not going to address my policy regarding them at this time.

GimmeAMinute, I Gotta Think of Something to Say

Ummmmm.

Yah, it'll come to me.

I just came in here....

and forgot what I wanted to say.

Sleep dep sux, what can I tell ya?

Gotta forgive the first day brainjam, arright?

Tune in t-morrah.