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This map maps out the areas that were killed by the pine bark beetle from 1980 to 2008. With sixty odd fires burning across the Oregon High Desert, six of them “major” fires, we would all do well to remember that we are just one spark away from a fire that burns from Mount Shasta to Southern Alaska.
You can always go back where you came from. You’re not welcome here.
The super volcano that lies under Yellowstone may be erupting for the first time in 640,000 years.
“It basically turned the asphalt into soup. It turned the gravel road into oatmeal,” Yellowstone spokesman Dan Hottle said. In particular, Hottle said that the road between the park’s most popular attraction, Old Faithful, and Madison Junction has been dangerously compromised.
Park officials also asked tourists not to hike into the affected areas, as the danger of stepping through what appears to be solid soil into boiling-hot water was “high.”
“There are plenty of other great places to see thermal features in the park,” park spokesman Al Nash told The Weather Channel. “I wouldn’t risk personal injury to see these during this temporary closure.”
It would solve our little problem with everything east of The Rockies.
So put down the Ambien, Prozac, Viagra and crotch-shots on CNN/Fox Kool-Aid and turn off the television, because ocean acidification is threatening the extinction of creatures that supply half the world’s oxygen.
Working in carbon saturated waters off the West Coast, a living laboratory to study the effects of chemical changes in the ocean brought on by increased atmospheric carbon dioxide, a team of scientists from NOAA’s Fisheries Science Center and Pacific Marine Environmental Lab, along with teams from universities in Maine, Hawaii and Canada focused on the unique “upwelled” zones of California, Oregon and Washington. In these zones, strong winds encourage mixing, which pushes deep, centuries-old CO2 to the ocean surface. Their findings could reveal what oceans of the future will look like. The picture is not rosy.
Scientists already know that ocean acidification, the term used to describe seas soured by high concentrations of carbon, causes problems for organisms that make shells. “What we don’t know is the exact effects ocean acidification will have on marine phytoplankton communities,” says Dr. Bill Cochlan, the biological oceanographer from San Francisco State University oceanographer who was the project’s lead investigator. “Our hypothesis is that ocean acidification will affect the quantity and quality of certain metabolities within the phytoplankton, specifically lipids and essential fatty acids.”
Acidic waters appear to make it harder for phytoplankton to absorb nutrients. Without nutrients they’re more likely to succumb to disease and toxins. Those toxins then concentrate in the zooplankton, shellfish and other marine species that graze on phytoplankton.
If the interaction between CO2, ocean acidity and nutrient supply to phytoplankton and other ocean-going creatures isn’t something you can wrap your head around, try this: Every second breath you take is due to phytoplankton. Those single cells generate the lion’s share of the world’s O2. “If they’re out of balance,” says Trainer, “the rest of life on earth is going to be out of balance.”
Eerily, observes [Dr. Vera] Trainer, an oceanographer with NOAA’s Fisheries Marine Biotoxins Program, scientists like her who are carefully documenting what’s happening with the world’s phytoplankton populations are “in some ways documenting our demise.”
You are a clear and present danger to my grandchildren’s survival.
You are a clear and present threat to my grand-children’s survival. Of no value to their future.
If you are going to drunk text me in the middle of the night, learn how to spell. If you want to step outside, step up to the plate: I will pop your head like the pimple it is. It won’t be the first time, and looking at the way the world is going it won’t be the last. Anytime you think you have what it takes, step up to the plate. I don’t give a rat’s flying ass what you think.
We are the Future. We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget.
WE ARE HERE.
Mitt Romney, Greg Walden, Knute Bueller and the Republicans.
A vote for the Republicans is a vote for Cascadia!
If you too are tired of living under the jack-booted heels of East Coast and European Elites, tired of Bare-footed Reich-wing Religious Rubes running your life from some re-claimed swamp out in the flatlands three (or ten) thousand miles away; if you long to Live Free and Independent in the Republic on the North Pacific Coast that Thomas Jefferson envisioned, vote for Mitt Romney, Greg Walden, Knute Bueller and the Republicans.
With his over seventy percent success rate at Bain Capital bankrupting the companies he acquired, his bankrupting of the state he governed, and his bankrupting of the government bailed-out Olympics, I am confident Mitt Romney, Greg Walden, Knute Bueller and the Republicans can finalize the process begun under Nixon, solidified under Reagan and Bush the Senior, and successfully hastened to near fruition under Bush the Lesser (remember him?): the hollowing out of “America”. The bankrupting of “America”.
The destruction of everything that made “America” great. And it will collapse; splinter – fall apart, devolve – into Nation/States centered on geographical, environmental and cultural commons.
Out of the Ashes will arise the Free and Independent Republic on the North Pacific Coast that Thomas Jefferson envisioned. Vote Cascadia!
Vote Mitt Romney, Greg Walden and Knute Bueller. Vote “Republican”.
Mitt Romney: Bad for “America”. Good for Cascadia!
States Rights: Oregon will soon qualify as the third U.S. state to ask voters in November to legalize marijuana for recreational use in a move that could put the state on a collision course with the federal government, proponents said on Friday.
Backers of the Oregon Cannabis Tax Act said they have collected 165,000 signatures on petitions seeking to put the measure on the ballot, nearly double the 87,000 they were required to submit by Friday’s deadline to qualify.
“We believe we’re going to make it easily,” said Paul Stanford, the chief petitioner and founder of the Hemp and Cannabis Foundation, which runs medical marijuana clinics in several states.
The unanimous Declaration of the world’s Normal People (we know who we are),
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for the Normal People of this Planet to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with their Leaders, and to give getting along without Leaders a real Shot, courtesy requires that we should declare the causes of this long-overdue separation, just so we’re all on the same page.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all Leaders are a pretty dodgy proposition — That even the best ones are Self-Absorbed Primadonnas, and the rest are seriously Craze-o Lunatics — That Normal People have the right to tell their Leaders “…see Ya, wouldn’t want to be Ya” — That to secure this right of being left alone, we should set up a special Island to which all Leaders can be sent, so that they can bicker, and posture, and pursue the Phantom of Eternal Fame amongst themselves without Injuring all the rest of us — That this Island could maybe, this is just off the top of our heads you understand, be like Epcot Center, with the whole world in miniature so the Leaders could conquer it and lose it and bend it to their Mighty Will and lose it again, and generally Ruin It to their hearts’ content, without bothering Us. Prudence indeed will dictate that the long-established Idea of having Leaders should not be changed for light or transient Causes, but, come on. We’ve given this concept plenty of Time, at least 8,000 years, and it’s for the birds. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
The world’s Leaders have somehow convinced us that we are all on different Teams, sort of, and that they are the rightful captains of these Teams.
They have tried to weld us together by constantly harping on our Team’s Great and Glorious Destiny, assuming that we, like them, give a shit. In lower voices, they assure us that we will be in Big Trouble if we don’t do exactly as they Say.
They have persuaded us to try to kill members of the other Teams, instead of following our natural instinct, which is to indulge our curiosity about whether people from different countries have discovered any new Sex Tricks, or have Better Food.
They have gotten us to go on ludicrously dangerous missions against the other Teams, while they remain safely behind at their Impregnable Mountain Redoubts. This has insured that the people responsible for starting Wars always survive, and can’t wait to start the Next One.
They have started innumerable, catastrophic conflicts to, for example, impress some Girl that rejected them in High School, or to prove to their Mother that they’re just as successful as their Older Brother. Read their Biographies if you don’t believe Us.
They’ve informed us that they’ve talked to God, and that He agrees with them Completely.
They have made our laws so complicated that, while we know we’re being Screwed, we can never figure out Exactly How.
They think that we’re Fascinated by them, despite the fact that, by steadily reducing our voting rate for The past fifty years, we keep giving them a resolute and obvious Hint.
In every stage of these Oppressions we have humbly petitioned for redress by bitching among ourselves, reading the paper with a weary cynicism, and laughing at the opening monologues on late night television. We have even allowed Dennis Miller on Monday Night Football. The cost is finally too dear, and we need a new Strategy.
We, therefore, the Normal People of this Planet, who don’t care who’s on the money, or think that anybody will (or should) remember any of us in 500 years, do solemnly publish and declare that all the world’s Leaders are hereby relieved of their positions; that our feeling is, enough already with the Jihads and the Crusades and Glorious Struggles and Finest Hours; that we believe we will be much better off without them, relying for our safety instead on our inability to organize a three-person trip to 7-Eleven, much less sustained armed conflict; that it’s time to get this Leader Island idea off the ground; that if, once the Leaders have been sent to the Island, any of us develop Leader-tendencies, we will encourage such Persons to develop a Hobby, or get them a Date with somebody Nice, and this will help them remember what’s important. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our dearest Hope that we can finally get some Peace and Quiet. We are not Kidding.
Don’t you care about your sons and daughters? Steppenwolf, The Monster.
Turn it up! Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock 1969 (without Purple Haze)
Up against the wall, tea bagging daughter fucker.