Devil's in the details

As we are busy blaming "BP" for messing up the Gulf of mexico I would suggest a solution for oil barriers along the beautiful beaches there and in fact all along our coastlines.

First I will direct you to search floating "debris in the gulf of Mexico". There are enough objects floating there that if gathered and strung along the beaches could cover all the coastlines of our country I believe. It is floating so we would not have to buy new floating barriers, all we need is nets, which could be made from shredding more of the junk out in the ocean.

"BP" didn't put it there, it came from the cities along the waterways that feed into the gulf. 

Though much of it is oil products washed out of storm drains, a lot came from the "Beautiful" beaches and those "Valuable tourists" that are so afraid of getting a tar ball on their tootsies. They should come back and volunteer to help clean it if they really care! 

I also propose instead of dredging sand that will destroy animal habitat we build berms of the garbage that came from those beaches in the first place. It may be ugly to say the least but it would do more for the fish and birds in the region that get trapped in it than any other thing I can think of. The wild life doesn't want it and it's only fare that the people that made it take it back and recycle it or something. They need to pay for every bit of the pollution just like "BP", all of us who let that junk float out to sea should pay for it to be cleaned up!

If an honest look at what is in the ocean was done "BP" would look like small potatoes or in this case oil byproduct pollution.  

Grub

And so I said "Of course I did and 20 more to boot! So quick up girl and give me food or ya get my foot to 20 league from tomorrow"

But with a smile she dumped the grub, twas in a tub, and said "Oh dear John you know I'm fond of you and your bravado but know this now I'm not your cow!" and left me wearing  red tomato.

Aesop updated

The old tale of Tortoise and Hare tells that falling asleep while doing a task is bad.

Jack the rabbit read it well, thought to himself, “the light this sheds is sad !”

No member of my global community is so lax, I’ll get that title back !
To that end he checked out the local Tortoise, Googling on his computer for every fact.

He bought goggles and bomber cap from a site on the internet .
And while he was at it, found some sites and placed a few side bets.

The odds were good, in the turtle's favor.
The money Jack knew he would soon savor !

Come race day the a crowd came out and the sun did shine.
The Tortoise was ready and Jackrabbit looked quite fine !

The race got started with a flurry and flash.
The rabbit was off like a shot but Tortoise got hung up in desert trash.

Jack was far out in front and in sight of the finish line .
But Coyote spied the race, thinking Tortoise and Hare would taste just fine.

Coyote joined in the race with turtle the first one he caught just rounding the bend, Tortoise pulled up shy in his shell and, though Coyote knocked, would not let him come in.
So off Coyote sped to catch his other prey but Jack saw him coming and did not want to be Din Din.

As things often go the race was a bust and no body won.
Jack was diligent and did not sleep, so lived to have another son.

Tortoise, though he was slow, lived long and finally came out.
But Tortoise forgot what the race was all about.

So when you hear another famous fable.
Just finish your spinach and clean up the crumbs before you leave the table.

So you may live long like Tortoise and Hare,
Though like Tortoise your mind may not be there.

And fast is good when you are fast as a bunny so you may outrun the danger.
Like Jackrabbit, you may have to change your course when chased by a stranger.

It's Christmas for goodness sake ...

"Well I was wet, your side of the truck was dry,




I like dry,



that side didn't have your name on it,



so I am a bad boy...



it's Christmas ... go tell Santa or get over it !



Sheesh Murph !!!"

By Polar News

He was young and idealistic but RANDOLPH

thought there would be no discrimination just

because he was a Black tail and not a Rein deer.

Unfortunately he had not counted on local

animosity of the more famous deer who worked there

and was found crossing the north pole border unlawfully.

It was said he must have lost his way or gone back home

and no further investigation was launched though many years later

rumors surfaced that he was spotted in Santa's barbershop relaxing.

This could not be confirmed though because of the

security worries about lists compiled on humans stored there.

The tapes of all comments were lost some how by accidental erasure.

By Polar News Service ...

Wyatt the riot ...

My dog's name is Wyatt.




He's never too loud and mostly quiet.



He romps and plays on sunny days and even stormy weather.



He likes to chase anything that scats, especially if they look like cats or has a pretty feather.



But he does not know birdy fluff from cattail stuff and most times ends up looking pretty funny!

Dangerous thoughts

I can't help but to keep thinking of all the religious strife that covers this planet all in the name of the all mighty.
I wonder how anything in this little place can be of any more significancs
to that which is everything.
If one proton of one atom in my body has a billion solar systems in it's being and one place there less than a speck of sand has beings living on it and they are made up of the same thing as I or I am made up of it because the speck and the me are one thing, inseparable except by my casting it out but I am all things so when I cast it out there is no place but back in to me it must go to be mixed again in an ever-changing, roiling mass of energy as known by me but which is unknowable to the speck. The total is me yet the speck is me. I do not want to kill myself, I only want to let the speck change to my benifit. My purpose is only to be and the only battle should be against that opposite, not to be. Perhaps Shaky Spear had it more right than is given credit except to be or not to be is not the question, it is the answer.

Knocking

Weary of his circumstances as third crow on the fence, Friedrich decided to hitch a ride with the first eighteen wheeler and accommodating driver that came along with the hopes of gaining advantage by getting some windshield time while sitting on a dashboard, warm, refreshed and perhaps being the first on the scene for any squirrel mishap that he knew was common to such conveyances.......

Even if ...

Even if you are a speck of dust in the deepest, darkest reaches of space and time …

Even if no light shines form any knowable sun and all the points of light are so far away the universe looks like one dimly lit speck barely noticeable in a vast sea of blackness …

Even if the distance to anything like you is so far that time itself does not exist and seems void…You are not the forgotten edge of nothing …

But the leading edge of everything …

! …

Another round please ...

I just came inside after being outside looking in as I looked out ... The stars were beautiful and I wondered how far my soul will really go when I am done here ... I am not planning to leave any time soon but then you just never know ... It's a one way ticket you know ... Even if it all comes around again and again it gets tweaked each time with a butterfly sneezing a little differently each time and it's so vast the odds of it being the same twice are too much to behold except by the totality of itself ... but that doesn't stop me from looking out , not up but out to where my consciousness will expand one bright , sunny, rainy night as a new day dawns somewhere just before midnight and I am amazed I get to behold such wonders and know you in the same breath .

Have a wonderful new day and don't sweat the small stuff, just enjoy the good now because you can't keep it where we are going anyway!