Showing posts from July, 2018

What Then?

What if Earth really is the center of the Universe? And what if there is no place else we can go?

The World Needs Negative People

I'm positive if it weren't for negative people the world would be filled with happy, ignorant idiots. The balance must be maintained.

On Bunny Rabbits And Economics

Let's imagine you really could build a rabbit proof fence around a big field of lush greens that rabbits love to eat. And let's imagine that the fence also covered overhead and was capable of keeping out all predators that might cause harm to bunnies. Now imagine that you placed a thousand pairs of healthy buck and doe bunnies inside the enclosure. Throw in a spring filled with clean drinking water and some shelter and you've created Bunny Heaven.

And with rabbits being what they are you will soon witness a Bunny Population Explosion.

In the beginning the bunnies will behave just as you expect bunnies to behave, everyone happy to see everyone, rubbing noses, cuddling, romping through the greens together, waiting their turns at the drinking spring... as pretty a picture as any bunny lover ever dreamed.

What comes next is horrid.

Because of the population explosion the bunnies will start eating the greens faster than the greens can grow back. Once docile rabbits will start defe…

Definition Of Rebranding

The process of making up a new name for a product, service, or idea when it has been repeatedly proven that the product, service, or idea cannot be made to work, but one is already heavily invested in the product, service, or idea.

Two Eagles Talking

"Things just haven't been the same since the oil    

"What oil spill?"

"The Exxon Valdez back in '89."

"That was before my time, how are things different?"

"There's no good herring to eat."

"Eagles eat herring?"

"We used to, before they spilled 11 million gallons of crude into the water and never finished cleaning it up."

"What can we do about it?"

"I donno, Exxon still refuses to pay the final $92 million they owe even though we Eagles continue to keep up the boycott."

Photo via the Raptor Education Group.

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Dirty Opinions

Spouting opinion without facts is like running through mud holes naked-- you get wet all over but still come out dirty.


When my son was growing up I took him to spend the day with a couple of my friends who had sons the same age. One of my friends had a huge 4 wheel ATV that he used for hunting. My son and his son were experienced riders but the 3rd boy wasn't.
When the 3rd boy got on the ATV he kept stalling it out when trying to take off. Everyone was having a good time except for him. We kept telling him to give it more gas, not to worry, that he couldn't break the machine.
So taking us at our word he cranked the throttle wide open and dumped the clutch causing the ATV to wheel stand all the way across the yard and into the next door neighbor's brand new chain link fence that had been put up the day before.
100' of fence laid over flat on the ground and 3 very embarrassed dads standing there looking at it.
The boy was fine. We all made it clear it wasn't his fault, that we had been bad teachers. Then we split the repairs equally between the 3 of us.

Bungee Jumping Cantaloupes

Don't believe me? Bungee jumping cantaloupes really are a thing. When grown on trellises, cantaloupes must be protected from falling to the ground by hanging in bags made of cloth, onion bags, panty hose, etc. The best part about growing your muskmelons this way is there is no guessing as to when they are perfectly ripe as ripe melons bungee when ready to eat.

 I spend some time this morning bagging cantaloupes. Unfortunately my photos were horrid so I searched the web and found better via The Red Dirt Garden.

The Legend Of Little Texas Pete

When I was a kid you literally had to beat those little bottles of Texas Pete Hot Sauce to get them to give up that hot, savory sauce. But like most families living here in the Piedmont of North Carolina, Texas Pete, made since 1929 by the TW Garner Food Company in nearby Winston-Salem, North Carolina, was the only brand of hot sauce to grace our Sunday table.

I remember beating and beating on the bottoms of those tiny Texas Pete bottles in order to get the sauce to flow. And then only getting a few drops.

According to urban legend at the time, sales of Texas Pete had fallen sharply and the Garner family was at their wits end trying to figure out what to do to increase sales. And while I don't if it is true, local urban legend has it that an expensive consultant was hired to tell them what they needed to do to increase sales.

Then one day the holes in the tops of the bottles got bigger and that special sauce poured right out. Just the way we always wanted it to do. The sauce was fin…

Time To Fix The System

They say the American political system is broken. Only a fool would disagree. They like to blame the problem on low voter turnout.

I tend to think that voting is how we got here. The people who didn't vote didn't put anyone in office. The people who did vote put the wrong people in office. How can you blame decisions made by voters on none voters? That would be like blaming your dog.

The willingness of voters to vote for candidates who do not meet the measure of what a candidate should be is the problem, Period, End of Story. Neither Clinton nor Trump met the measure of what was needed and yet they were the only choices the Partys gave us.

You can't blame that on those who stayed home.

Irresponsible? Hardly. But it is certainly a sign that the machine is broken.

And if you continue to operate any machine after it is broken you only do more damage to the machine.

Time to stop voting, shut down the machine and fix it.

Or you can wait until the machine is beyond repair.

Deadly Perceptions

We're not so different... But believing we are different can only lead us to harm one another.

Two Eagles Talking

"See that fish over there?"

"Which one?"

"The big brown one swimming across the river."

"Oh wow, if I were to catch that fish I wouldn't have to eat for a week."

"You can't have that fish."

"Why not?"

"It's illegal."

"It is? Why? How?"

"It's crossing the border illegally."

"What if I fly south of the border and catch it when it swims back across the border?"

"No law against that."

"Good, it's turning right now."

Photo via doc ellen of dreamingsongsphotos, Jordan Lake, North Carolina.

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Reason Asks

Hell On Earth

The Scriptures say the poor will always be among us. So let them remain poor? The Meek shall inherit the Earth but whatever for? For the Kingdom is Heaven-- the place we adore. Why are the meek left here to live like before?

Definition Of Economic Development

Tear everything down, sell off everything that has scrap value, take the money, and leave everything of no value for someone else to clean up.

On Smoking Pot

I don't miss smoking pot as much as I miss the sorry losers I smoked pot with. Great folk, all of them.

For me it was a social activity, a way to open up and be with other people in ways my normally inhibited and withdrawn personality never allowed me to do. Smoking pot didn't change who I was but it did change the way I interacted with other people.

For starters, you had to trust someone you smoked pot with. At least those of us with street smarts knew we'd better be able to trust the people we smoked pot with as not only were there concerns about getting busted but you were also your most vulnerable when stoned.

I never liked smoking pot alone. Doing so always made me paranoid. But as long as someone was around to share the experience it was great.

For that was the culture of pot smoking back in my day. Pot was cheap and plentiful then. Anyone who had pot would share their pot. It was the sharing that brought is together, created the bonds, and built relationships that laste…

When Possums Get Educated

It wasn't much of a surprise when I read in the local newspaper that my old Alma mater, James B Dudley Sr High School in Greensboro, North Carolina had enrolled a possum. After all, the fact that I held a diploma from there was pretty much proof that anyone who showed up on a regular basis could be expected to graduate. And I figured the possum would be spending most of his time in the dumpster out back of the lunch room so it wouldn't matter anyway.

But when the privately owned, esteemed Greensboro Day School-- known for its high academic standards and students from the families of the Irving Park elite-- announced they too had enrolled a possum, or as they put it, an opossum whose family resided in east Greensboro and not Irving Park, well talk about town quickly became that the new student was obviously a token possum meant to give Greensboro Day the appearance of diversity both in terms of species and economics.

After all, you know how people and possums in Greensboro are …

Share If You Dare

Share If You Miss Mustard In A Jar!
Don't you just hate when you squeeze a bottle of mustard and it pisses on your bun?

Time Goes On

Killing time is an insurmountable task. Waste time instead.