Monday, June 29, 2009

Two New Words


Visiting the Cajun Riviera in Southwestern Louisiana a few weeks ago I learned two new words. First let me say I love trash. Good trash that is. Beach-combing is one of my favorite ways to collect stuff. Along the beaches here in SW Louisiana there is a lot of stuff, new, old , and fossilized.


But the two new words I learned had to do with where the trash was and how it got there.


"... debris moved by waves is commonly stranded along the wrack line of estuaries. The location of the wrack line is a function of the swash uprush ..."


The two new words are: wrack and swash


Wrack: Something driven by the sea.


Swash: (uprush and backwash), in geography, is the water that washes up on shore after an incoming wave has broken.




Sunday, June 28, 2009

FDR's Second Bill Of Rights

"The Second Bill of Rights was a proposal made by United States President Franklin D. Roosevelt during his State of the Union Address on January 11, 1944 to suggest that the nation had come to recognize, and should now implement, a second bill of rights. Roosevelt did not argue for any change to the United States Constitution; he argued that the second bill of rights was to be implemented politically, not by federal judges. Roosevelt's stated justification was that the "political rights" guaranteed by the Constitution and the Bill of Rights had "proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness." Roosevelt's remedy was to create an "economic bill of rights" which would guarantee:

Roosevelt stated that having these rights would guarantee American security, and that America's place in the world depended upon how far these and similar rights had been carried into practice."

source: Wikipedia

It is 65 years latter. Isn't about time to do this?

The Republicans say NO! They have been saying "NO" or "Not Yet" since 1953. 55 years of NO! If you believe them, all of these "rights" are un-American. Let us lift up the nearest rock and let them crawl back under it. Then let's undo this mess they have built for us, and that we let them build.

Barack Obama, let us obtain these rights:

"We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;

The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;

The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;

The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;

The right of every family to a decent home;

The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;

The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;

The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won (WWII) we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being."

---FDR 1944

Are you with me or aginst me?

Saturday, June 27, 2009

The Democratic Party Called Me On Saturday Morning About Micheal Jackson Buying A New Mattress


I'm on the right side of the grass, but....

Saturday morning sleeping late, the Democratic party calls for contributions and wakes me up.


The 24/7 news cycle is feeding me nothing but Micheal Jackson, Micheal Jackson, Micheal Jackson..............


It was a 102 degrees yesterday, it is supposed to be 103 degrees today.


I walk into the kitchen and the coffee maker is empty and not ready to brew.

Muddy raccoon prints are all over the floor and the cat food is gone, somebody left the cat door open.


I spent three times as much on a new mattress yesterday as a reasonable person should and it was a bargain.


Did I mention the only news is only all about Michael Jackson?

What's happening in Iran?



So what is enhancing your life these days?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Where Does A Tree Frog Hibernate for 20 years?


They are about 1 and 1/2 inches.



Stock photos of Gray Tree Frogs.



While I'm talking about wildlife and my back yard, I've got to document that this Spring, most of May,2009, there were Gray Tree Frogs calling from my back yard and around the neighborhood.


Yes, for sure it has been at least 20 years since I heard them here. This Spring was super wet, and here they are.


No, I haven't seen them, but you don't have to see them to ascertain their presence.

Listen to the calls of the frogs below.
The second series of calls is what was going on in my "habitat".


So, the question still stands. Where do they hide out when Oklahoma goes to 27% humidity and 101 degrees like today? How do you help them survive and return?

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Listen to the frogs here:

My Back Yard Is a Wild Life Habitat

Yes, I am a member of the National Wildlife Federation and my back yard is registered and maintained as a wildlife habitat in the midst of Oklahoma City. But I had in mind, you know, turtles and frogs, song birds and butterflies, stuff like that.


Besides this isn't my backyard, this is my kitchen. OK guys you can stay if you want to, but I've got to warn you in advance that you will have to be spayed or neutered and get your shots for everything and wear flea collars. Wait, come back....
I'm really going to have to do something serious about that frickin cat door.
Read more about it and see my great photography.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Mal Aria or Mal Legacy: Bush Delayed Cancer Report?


Seven years ago living in these areas greatly increased the chances that you would get cancer.
Some are cities, many are dirty uncleaned-up super-fund EPA sites.



























WASHINGTON – Millions of people living in nearly 600 neighborhoods across the country are breathing concentrations of toxic air pollutants that put them at a much greater risk of contracting cancer, according to new data from the Environmental Protection Agency."....



source: news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090624/.../us_air_toxics



The actual 2002 EPA report:



EPA National-Scale Air Toxics Assessment (NATA): http://www.epa.gov/nata2002



Seven years can do so much for Cancer. Let us just wait seven years to do something about cancer causing air pollution? Was that an actual thought? If George W. or his family are diagnosed with anything would he wait seven years to treat it? Dear God what was this "Christian" man thinking? Pogo was so so right.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

"A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent..."


After Blake

William Blake

Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
--William Blake