American Forests on the Auction Block

I'm working on a story about the terrorism of foreign owned corporate and capitulating U.S. government workers who have been planning to spray poisons on healthy forests. Most people don't know just how much of our nation's forestland is in the hands of foreign owned multi layered corporate companies.
Getting the information out to the public on what they are planning is the first step in save our Nations Forests from money hungry loggers and ranchers who want more grassland to feed cows.
I may be a nobody when it comes to speaking out as to what I see and hear, but I have to try. The planned spraying of poisons on large tracks of our nation's public and private forests for whatever reasons, (weed control, insect control, etc.) should not be in the hands of foreign owned corporations whose motivation and interests are short and long term (logging and beef production) capital gains.

If our country is to survive the buying of U.S. American forest property by rich foreign interest groups and individuals whose only concerns are profit and greed, our elected officials in Olympia and Washington D.C. had better get on-the-ball and make some policy changes if they want their children and future generation of children to have the opportunity to drink clean water and walk in our Nation's Forests. A foreign managed tree farm is not a forest.

The Lilacs of April

After surviving my first winter of twenty-below-zero weather in the mountains of Arcadia, it was the lilacs of April that eased my sorrow. A wild and over-grown stand grew along the fence of an old miners cabin. Built on a hill top in the nineteen twenties, it was the cheapest property in town at the time.
Spring was slow in arriving. My will to stay alive grew as I watched the many months of snow and ice melt day-by-day. A young neighbor said the town reminded her of the movie, "Dawn of the Dead". Maybe she was correct and we were the only two people not among the living dead. I think my friend was sent to help me fight the gloom-and-doom of apathy with her youthful vitality, caring nature, and love of life.
Two years later I was still holding on. I lost the cabin and moved to a cheap trailer park where I was the only resident. With not much to do other than seek truth and knowledge, the library became my home-away-from-home. There I met a most unusual teacher clothed in velvet lilac, the captain of a ship. I fought with all that was in me to stay alive, each day looking for some small thing to be happy about, needing only the smallest of hope to hold on to. I know somebody has already written, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." and yet it was a time, when my world stood still.
What happened to me that spring is the stuff science fiction horror stories are made of. Now my focus is to keep what sanity that was left to me, and to be grateful for my strength of character to survive in this world. And yes, I will always love, the Lilacs of April.

Summer Rain Makers

Cool and Breezy,

That's my early Summer style.

Rain makers over head,

Bring it on...no worries,

I'm free.

Ancient mountain smiles,

With blanket of green,

Wild flowers at my feet.

Bring it on...ever changing,

I'm free.

High on nature's beauty,

Growing to touch the sky,

Bright rivers flow to the sea,

Retain, reflect, remember me,

I'm free.

Graceful from the gloom,

My destiny the gift,

Who I am, a treasure.

I'm freedom's heart and soul,

Waving from a lonely pole.

Corporate Carnival Companies

Competent competition to survive,

For the furture, smart saving,

Protect,

Sparing ground and grove.

Clean water must flow,

Wild row believable,

Trust achievable,

Wings above in prayer.

Wilderness in corporate snare,

Net a trap undercover,

Jaws of man's greedy hunger.

Stealing water, mining sand,

Covenat eye's on golden trees.

Chief muckety-muck with ball point pin,

Signing papers, stealing native land.

Lady Justice sword in hand,

Lifting blindfold to stop and think,

Mother's blood flowing down mountain sink.

The scales of life tip, "women join the fight".

Fewer have the time to live.

Kindercare, where is mother grizzly bear?

For her childern tears.

Many men knowing are sowing,

Seeds of poison discontent,

Regament of fallen leaves.

In outer space the jamming,

Thoughtful junk falling to Earth.

Native myth of slammin fish,

Way upstream to freedom's thirst.

http://www.seattlepi.com/specials/mining/27129_juniors13.shtml

http://www.seattlepi.com/specials/mining/27324_jewel14.shtml

Native brave hearts say, let them sport hunt all the want, sell them high-fee big game tags. The Sasquatch and supernatural angry spirits here don't take kindly to greedy big wigs. Let them walk in the borderland's sacred forest if they have the courage to look death in the face.

When the wind blows, their nights will be filled with fear. Killing for fun, money, and excitement has a cold shadowing tag that drips in red, sweet with revenge. Best to play it safe, learn to walk in peace, hunt and shoot with a camera.

http://www.natural-resources.wsu.edu/research/bear-center/

http://www.nwf.org/cats/catsWest.cfm

http://www.conservationnw.org/wildlife-habitat/canada-lynx

http://wdfw.wa.gov/recovery.htm

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2004431717_websalmontreaty.html

http://wdfw.wa.gov/factshts/baldeagle.htm

Global Corporate Crimes/Leeching the U.S.

Name a country and fish, see what you find.







http://patagonia-under-siege.blogspot.com/2007/12/double-threat-of-cyanide-leach-mining.html
Baiting the local hook.
http://seattle.bizjournals.com/seattle/stories/2008/12/29/focus3.html
Just a little over-the-limit drain water... self regulatory... self testing (Testing dirty water for what? I would like to see that report.)
http://www.methowvalleynews.com/story.php?id=1450
Know the U.S. Law
http://www.epa.gov/EPA-WASTE/2005/October/Day-25/f21267.htm
SUMMARY: Section 120(c) of the Comprehensive Environmental Response, Compensation, and Liability Act of 1980 (CERCLA), as amended by the Superfund Amendments and Reauthorization Act of 1986 (SARA), requires the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) to establish a Federal Agency Hazardous Waste Compliance Docket. The docket is to contain certain information about Federal facilities that manage hazardous waste or from which hazardous substances have been or may be released. (As defined by CERCLA section 101(22), a release is any spilling, leaking, pumping, pouring, emitting, emptying, discharging, injecting, escaping, leaching, dumping, or disposing into the environment.) CERCLA requires that the docket be updated every six months, as new facilities are reported to EPA by Federal agencies. The following list identifies the Federal facilities to be included in this twenty-first update of the docket and includes facilities not previously listed on the docket and reported to EPA since the last update of the docket, 69 FR 75951, December 20, 2004, which was current as of September 13, 2004. SARA, as amended by the Defense Authorization Act of 1997, specifies that, for each Federal facility that is included on the docket during an update, evaluation shall be completed in accordance with a reasonable schedule. Such site evaluation activities will help determine whether the Federal facility should be included on the National Priorities List (NPL) and will provide EPA and the public with valuable information about the facility. In addition to the list of additions to the docket, this notice includes a section that comprises revisions (that is, corrections and deletions) of the previous docket list. This update contains 3 additions and 12 deletions since the previous update, as well as numerous other corrections to the docket list. At the time of publication of this notice, the new total number of Federal facilities listed on the docket is 2,282.


Check the Aerial Map..."Fish Hachery Road"
http://iaspub.epa.gov/enviro/fii_query_dtl.disp_program_facility?pgm_sys_id_in=WAD988471967&pgm_sys_acrnm_in=RCRAINFO
Formerly owned by a Federal agency(U.S. Forest Service) and now privately owned.
Who sold what to whom?
http://www.epa.gov/EPA-WASTE/1995/April/Day-11/pr-1.html
As explained in the preamble to the original docket (53 F.R. 4280), the docket does not include the following categories of facilities (note, however, that any of these types of facilities may, when appropriate, be listed on the NPL): • Facilities formerly owned by a Federal agency and now privately owned will not be listed on the docket. However, facilities that are now owned by another Federal agency will remain on the docket and the responsibility for conducting PAs and SIs will rest with the current owner. • SQG that have never produced more than 1,000 kg of hazardous waste in any single month and that have not reported releases under CERCLA section 103 or other hazardous waste activities under RCRA section 3016 will not be listed on the docket. • Facilities that are solely transporters, as reported under RCRA section 3010, will not be listed on the docket.
The current millsite debate arises on the heels of a recent battle in the long war
over the 1872 Mining Law governing mining on federal lands, which has evolved into
a stalemate between the law's critics and supporters. Earlier this year, the Interior
Department's decision on millsite acreage led to the Administration's denial (March,
1999) of an operating plan for the Crown Jewel Mine in Washington on the grounds
that the plan exceeded the lode-claim to millsite ratio. Opponents of the mine also
feared that the site would leach chemicals. Congress subsequently enacted a law (the
1999 Emergency Supplemental Appropriations Act, P.L. 106-31) to direct that
millsites and acreage for the Crown Jewel mining operation not be limited, that its
plan of operation be approved, and that other patent applications and plans of
operation for milling submitted prior to the law be given permits. (For more
information on the millsite debate and related issues, see CRS Report RL30310, The
Mining Law Millsite Debate.)
http://www.epa.gov/EPA-IMPACT/2004/April/Day-02/i7433.htm
How much was paid for what and to whom?
http://www.epa-echo.gov/echo/help_all_programs.html#facility_characteristics
Still fishing.
http://www.commodityonline.com/commodity-stocks/Hecla-Mining-sued-by-EPA-on-Water-Act-2009-05-31-18251-3-1.html
Who owns What, and Where?
Call it sand and gravel?
http://oaspub.epa.gov/enviro/fii_master.fii_retrieve?county_name=ferry&state_code=WA&all_programs=YES&program_search=1&report=1&page_no=1&output_sql_switch=TRUE&database_type=PCS
As a side note, first thy cut all the trees down, then they dig and leave a big mess and call it progress.

Memorial Day at the Track

Some of the Nation's political leaders put their heads together and decided that this year's Memorial Day Weekend festivities should include a Blast-from-the-Past event. A big "Thanks" to the National Guard for the used equipment donation.
Sad to say, President Obama was unable to attend because of security reasons. Press reporters ask the President if he had any comments. "I'm sure the event was real crowd pleaser. I plan to watch the taped video as soon as I get the chance" Obama looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after doing several laps in the White House pool. "We must remember that our Nation was built on Super Stock Car Racing and that has to change. The upcoming Tank Derby Days should be even more exciting. Small towns across the Country are wanting more bang for their money these days." Obama refused to comment on the rumor that his family and friends were scalping tickets. "Now is the time to hop to it, I've got work to do." he said with a toothy grin, "Have a happy holiday."

Fire Alarm/No Battries Required

Keeping up with the latest in innovative technology is high on my list of priorities.
My friend Willow has a rare sense of humor that never fails to make me laugh. When the clouds are gray as a passing sad mood. I never know what awaits me as I open one of her emails, and so, I thought I would share her fast-and-easy scientific fire alarm.
This device really works!
Although not currently approved by the Underwriters Laboratories for standard fire safety. We are hoping her new "hoppen poppen" fire alarm system will soon become more than just corny fad for the ultra rich.

Kermit's Comeback

"Ooh, I bet you're wondering how I knew about your plans to make me blue... heard it through the grape vine... so Miss Piggy back in town... Kurmit, she's not the only bogtrotten dame in the world. You've got to pull yourself together."

Some Things Have No Price Tag

Several days ago I was outside practicing my swing by whacking pine cones with me nine iron. Looking down the meadow valley I could see smoke bellowing up over the mountains. My first thought was, "I need a rake, this nine iron ain't doing a proper job of cleaning up the yard."

My neighbor Linda, who is a forest biologist said, "They're probably doing a controlled burn, and it got away from them."

I had been Googling satellite views of the area the night

before and had planed to go exploring up there for information on a story I'm working on. The next morning Sarah was whining to go for a drive (she loves to go exploring) so I grabbed the camera and we drove into town for supplies: coffee, half and half, brown sugar, tobacco, dog biscuits, and of course any news on the fire. We stopped by my friends Peter and Joann's for a short visit and I mentioned the fact that I didn't have a rake. While in the kitchen having coffee with Joann, Peter, dear man that he is, promptly found an old rake head and wielded a long length of pipe to it for a handle. He even sprayed painted it red! Dang! Am I blessed or what?

Driving home I decided to take a side road and check out how the "controlled burn" was coming along. Driving up the mountain I stopped to talk with a Forest Service crew. I introduced myself to Ben, a local who lives in Republic. He looked a little worried, but was very polite and answered all my questions.

It's a good feeling to know my countries forest are in the care of people like Ben. He's not the know-it-all college type with experience that only comes from books. I'm sure he, and others who work for the Forest Service take a lot of flack and judgemental criticism about the work they do.

Sarah and I drove home over the mountain and through the fire area. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. In fact, as control burns go, I would say, "Good Job" Ben, and those who are the guardians of our National Forests, "Thank You!"

As a side note, I did have to stop several times to pick up discarded trash left by people who have no respect for the natural beauty of our Mountains. The back of my pickup is full of: soda cans, beer cans, plastic bottles, glass bottles, etc. I know the Forest Service crews are not hired to do "Maid Service", neither am I. So remember to clean up your own shit that you bring to our mountain home, other wise your children will never be able to enjoy the beauty of this country. There are forces here that don't take kindly to human garbage and disrespect of nature. Yes, there are guardians that only locals are aware of. The kind of things most people only read about and hear stories of. So please, think twice before carelessly tossing that empty can, bottle, or plastic container...or well...lets just say, in these mountains of, big EYES, big EARS, and BIG TEETH of the mythical Sasquatches, werewolves, ghosts and spirits, and a horde of other terrifying beings to frightful to mention, litter bugs are sometimes never seen again. Burp!

Monkey Mind the Lock

With a rainbow of colour to choose from.

1984 a key to the future?

Johnna's Bead Work

This is a sample of the bead work my friend Johnna does. I know the photo isn't the best, but her beading is. She also makes the best beer. I am blessed to have such a good friends as Johnna and Lou.

On a warm Summer's afternoon at the ranch, to sit on the porch with my friends while the cattle dogs keep a watchful eye and a several cats snooze, to look out on the breath taking view of the mountain with dozens horses and the longhorns grazing peacefully and share a few homemade brews while the barbecue waifs the mouth watering smell of roast chicken. "It don't get any better than that." as my friend Peter would say. (Peter smokes the best salmon I've ever tasted.) So I'm bragging, you would too. Good friends, good conversation, good food, and Johnna's home brew... Yahoo!

Guano for Sale

It wasn't easy being different than the rest of the kids at school. Most of our friends had parents who gave them money. My brother David and me had to be creative in earning our spending money because our parents couldn't give us what they didn't have. We would come up with all kinds of ideas on how to make money and have fun at it too. One of our favorite entrepreneurial adventures was exploring caves for bat guano. Exploring caves is called spelunking. How did we earn money spelunking?
We would gather all the bat shit we could find, scoop it up in gunny sacks, and sell it for fertilizer to a little old Italian man who lived down the street.
"I buya alla the guano you bringa me." he would say, and so he did. He had the best garden in the neighborhood. Heck, he had the best garden in the whole town. He would say to us, "You smart bambanos, you worka hard, you makea your parents proud." Sad to say I don't remember his name after fifty years, but I do remember his dark tan face, his sparkling eyes, and the way he always rolled up the sleeves of his clean white shirt just like my daddy did. David and I would take him a gunny sack full of guano and he would share with us the bounty of what he grew in his garden, plus a few bucks for spending money. Now that I look back on those times, I guess my brother and me wasn't as nearly as poor as we thought we were.

Janell Cannon's book, Stellaluna is a wonderful story about trying to fit in when you're just a little different than your friends. http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&aq=s5&oq=Stellalu&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4GWYE_enUS248US286&q=stellaluna+summary

http://www.superkids.com/aweb/pages/reviews/e_read2/stella/merge.shtml

Being a fruit bat may not be easy, because if you're different, you may have to try a little harder than most.

Are Foreign Banks Raping America?

Is the United States of America just another piece of ass for the corporate big boys?
Forewarned is Forearmed








http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/blog/2009/04/william_k_black_on_the_prompt.html
http://www.house.gov/house/Constitution/Constitution.html

http://www.countercurrents.org/gatto141008.htm

Momma WhoDo's Interview

Reporter Carry Crum from the Washington Post interviews Momma WhoDo Juju Bean at her castle fortress.







Momma: Being an Island Queen isn't as easy as it looks. Keeping an eye on me people is hard work.

Reporter: Is it true you had a relationship with Groucho Marks?

Momma: Where in the hell do you think he got the idea to smoke cigars and tell jokes?

Reporter: What are your plans for this week?

Momma: Well I sure as hell ain't going to the beach. Say, your kinda cute.

Reporter: Do you always smoke such big blunts?

Momma: Only when I'm working.

Reporter: Is it true you have an army of Zombies?

Momma: Where in the hell did you hear that? I run a legitimate operation.

Reporter: What do you think about the new U.S. tax on tobacco?

Momma: For lands sake, that was just a little April Fools Day joke me minions cooked up. I can't help it if people are stupid.

Reporter: Thanks for the interview Momma Who Do.

Momma: Any time cutie pie. I hear voodoo drumming, it time to dance.

Crunching Numbers

Clicking and clacking,
With wings a flapping,
Battered-
In hot oil,
Fried to a,
Savery golden brown.

In some parts of the world,
Markets daily fare.
Insects are,
Like potato chips,
Chrispy-
Chunchy-
Snacks.

Grubs squirm, humm hoppers,
Picking teeth and choppers,
With toasted ortho- claw,
Food,
Crawled from sea.

Odanàta,
Mantòdea,
Blattàriea run and hide.
Others,
Take it in stride.
Numbers grow,
And so the dough,
Humm!
Food for that empty feeling.

http://www.insects.org/entophiles/index.html

Pithy Pulp Fiction from the 1950's

Will the redhead bombshell win her position as top banana?

http://gunsinthegutters.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-rhymes-with-lust.html

Home Brew

The Pod People

Turning and turning,
Round and round,
Up and down,
The economic spin.
Where manikins play with dolls,
Flying high and feel low.
Spoon fed from digital tube,
A daily dose of crap,
Spewed from high above.
In the market locker,
Raw meat hangs from hooks.
Hungry greedy eyes, with-
Chicken chumming buckets,
Bait and switch, Buzzz suckers,
Watching to jump in,
The feeding frenzy on the floor.
Crooky cookey, chippy keys,
Many banking on the fall.
Fuck the smut idea,
Don't you think at all?
Plane and simple,
No puzzles please.
Fast bites drawing blood,
Under darkness cover,
Obsequiousness fade then,
Abrazos(hugs)the curve with cash.
Round and round,
Up and down
The economic spin,
Keeping it simple.
Hal-luci-nation,
Changeing au handshake,
To the kiss of death.
Painted faces,
Nip and tuck,
Piching caching,
Richer than the mass.
Pod people high,
The t-urning.
Demons and Angels
Underground earning,
My trust in love, and play.
Diving for the deep.
On the wheel of trading day.

Watching the Box

What is Love?

Dreams sent on wings,

Above food for what,

A thing called time.

Low landing alone,

On two legs still standing.

Many hearts singing,

Beating drums,

Empty time dreaming.

Writing,

Reading,

Watching,

Passing,

Full the cup of life.

Emotions in the Park

This photo by Diane Arbus sums up the pent-up emotions possible when life's problems seem a little unusual, or you've been cooped up in a cabin all winter and are anxious to get outside and play.

With Spring right around the corner, and much appreciated warmer weather, I'm looking forward to an explosion of blooming flowers when the snow finally melts. It's been a long Winter here in the mountains.

Stopped by my friend Aye's blog

http://ayesrandomravings.blogspot.com/, seems he's having his share of puzzling starter problems. I'm confident he'll have the situation fixed and running smoothly without popping a gasket, or pulling the pin.