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This has been all over the place the past few days, but no one seems to get it…
This what “we” have become. In a town, my hometown, the fifth of seven generations here, a place, a state built by Loggers and Lumbermen, by Ranchers and Baqueros, by Explorers and Fur Trappers who didn’t a good god damn about the color of your skin, or your underwear, so long as you got the job done, right, the first time; a country, a culture, fearing Nothing But Fear Itself, this is what I see. Everyday, all around me, a bunch of fat-assed, fat-mouthed no-penis punks driving around in jacked-up de-engineered suburban assault vehicles with tires the size of Volkswagons and a hood ornament the perfect rendition of the human female reproductive system, all acting like they’re something special because they’re white, trust-funder punks living on a fat credit card, bragging about how many guns they own.
This isn’t about Donald T Dumpf uck, it isn’t about Hillary Clinton or Jill Stein or the stupid ass “election”: this is about you, about what you look like. This is what the world sees when they look at “us”, this is what everyone of us who stand on The Outside, what every Outsider, every “black/brown/red/yellow” person sees every day, all around us. A bunch of fat-assed, fat-mouthed no-dick punks acting like they’re something fucking special because they’re white, christian racist misogynous homophobic dog-shit punks. This is you, this is White Christian “America”. Scroll down a page or two, you’ll find photos of Neo-Nazis, of Confederates, this is what they look like, this is what you look like. All of you.
This, is you. And I do not appreciate it one god-damned bit.
Go back where you came from, your kind isn’t welcome here.
Built upon the rubble, the detritus, resulting from the collision of two continental plates, Cascadia is no more a part of North America than it is “Pacifica”.
It is A Place Apart.
There is nothing east of The Rockies we need.
Seems no one remembers that the last time a Clinton came to town it was to shut down the woods, close all the sawmills, put an end to the way of life my family enjoyed here for five generations, for over a hundred years. Of course, there’s no one left around here to remember what it was once like around here. Nothing but a bunch of pretentious trust-funder and credit card rich assholes that have never done anything of interest in their life nor know anything beyond what comes out of the television.
You’re either with us, or against us. It’s not a question. If you don’t know what it means, you should take the time to find out. It’s an important part of local history.
Go back where you came from, your kind isn’t welcome here.
I and my family, my hometown and the all of Cascadia have experienced first hand what a Clinton in the White House can do. The first thing Mr I Didn’t Inhale did after Ross Perot and Donald T Rump split the Retard vote and tossed him the keys was shut down the Pacific Northwest’s timber industry. Put an end to the comfortable middle-class way of life my family enjoyed here for five generations, for over a hundred years. Which cast I and my family, my community, my hometown and the whole damned state into a degree of abject poverty we have yet to recover from.
Be careful what you wish for.
Writes a letter to the editor, rips The Oregonian a new blowhole…
The Oregonian’s A1 headline on Sunday, Jan. 17, “Effort to free federal lands,” is inaccurate and irresponsible. The article that follows it is a mere mouthpiece for the scofflaws illegally occupying public buildings and land, repeating their lies and distortions of history and law.
Ammon Bundy and his bullyboys aren’t trying to free federal lands, but to hold them hostage. I can’t go to the Malheur refuge now, though as a citizen of the United States, I own it and have the freedom of it. That’s what public land is: land that belongs to the public — me, you, every law-abiding American. The people it doesn’t belong to and who don’t belong there are those who grabbed it by force of arms, flaunting their contempt for the local citizens.
Those citizens of Harney County have carefully hammered out agreements to manage the refuge in the best interest of landowners, scientists, visitors, tourists, livestock and wildlife. They’re suffering more every day, economically and otherwise, from this invasion by outsiders.
Instead of parroting the meaningless rants of a flock of Right-Winged Loonybirds infesting the refuge, why doesn’t The Oregonian talk to the people who live there?
Ursula K. Le Guin
Award-winning author Ursula K. Le Guin has lived in Oregon for more than half a century, and has regularly visited the region surrounding the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge for 45 years.
Those bozos have been asked to leave, and would do well to get the fuck out before the locals take matters into their own. Haven’t hanged anybody out there since nineteen sixty-two.
So put down the Ambien, Prozac, Viagra and crotch-shots on Fox Kool-Aid and turn off the television because anthropogenic changes to the atmosphere in aggregate are reflected locally as an amplification of what would otherwise be “normal” weather: extreme weather. For example, here our “normal” is nice, and of late “extremely nice”. However, when we do experience what would normally be nasty weather it is ” extremely ” nasty.
All of this has been anticipated.
Loons that have taken over a bird sanctuary.
The media in aggregate – corporate and internet – needs to stop treating these bozos like they’re anything more than two-bit punks vandalizing what amounts to a tourist kiosk that’s closed for the winter. It isn’t the Alamo, all these pukes had to do was bust out a window and open the door. Not even burglary, breaking and entering.
Told to piss off, they are vandalizing a place pretty much everyone on The Oregon High Desert has a stake in. They’re just a bunch of snot-nosed white punks on dope throwing a tantrum because they didn’t get their way.
Go ahead, point your little popgun at the US Army.
The “debate” on climate change is over. I have often suggested a twenty-first century variation of Pascal’s Wager: If I am wrong, if the climate is not changing, the world not warming to in-habitability in my grand-childrens’ and sooner than I care to think great-grandchildren’s generation, I don’t lose a bloody damned thing. If you, the denier, are wrong, we all lose… our grand-children and great-grandchildren lose, the only atmosphere we know of we can live in.
End of the road, way of the dinosaurs… mass extinction. Do you want to take that bet?
Perhaps I can make it a bit simpler for you, or perhaps former California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, Action Hero, Conan the Barbarian, Terminator, Predator Killer, Kindergarten Cop, at the climate conference in France last week, can make it simpler for your kindergarten minds:
There are two doors. Behind Door Number One is a completely sealed room, with a regular, gasoline-fueled car. Behind Door Number Two is an identical, completely sealed room, with an electric car. Both engines are running full blast.
Pick a door to open, and enter the room and shut the door behind you. You have to stay in the room you choose for one hour. You cannot turn off the engine. You do not get a gas mask.
Do you want to take that bet?
If I’m wrong, I lose something but I forget what it is. And don’t give a shit. If you’re wrong, we lose the planet and all of our grandkids die.
Do you want to take that bet?
You’re either with us, or against us.
It’s not a question.
So put down the Ambien, Prozac, Viagra and crotch-shots on Fox Kool-Aid and turn off the television, because Republican President Theodore Roosevelt, in a speech On Why Environmentalism Is A ‘Patriotic Duty’, defined what it was to be a progressive, and why the true nationalists and patriots were progressives, and environmentalists, and you ain’t it:
Of all the questions which can come before this nation, short of the actual preservation of its existence in a great war, there is none which compares in importance with the great central task of leaving this land even a better land for our descendants than it is for us, and training them into a better race to inhabit the land and pass it on. Conservation is a great moral issue for it involves the patriotic duty of insuring the safety and continuance of the nation. …
“I ask nothing of the nation except that it so behave as each farmer here behaves with reference to his own children,” Roosevelt explained in the speech. “That farmer is a poor creature who skins the land and leaves it worthless to his children. The farmer is a good farmer who, having enabled the land to support himself and to provide for the education of his children leaves it to them a little better than he found it himself. I believe the same thing of a nation.”
Roosevelt then immediately pointed out, “Let me add that the health and vitality of our people are at least as well worth conserving as their forests, waters, lands, and minerals, and in this great work the national government must bear a most important part.” And he was blunt about the solution:
There can be no effective control of corporations while their political activity remains. To put an end to it will be neither a short nor an easy task, but it can be done….
It is necessary that laws should be passed to prohibit the use of corporate funds directly or indirectly for political purposes; it is still more necessary that such laws should be thoroughly enforced.
- The “greatest good for the greatest number” applies to the number within the womb of time, compared to which those now alive form but an insignificant fraction. Our duty to the whole, including the unborn generations, bids us restrain an unprincipled present-day minority from wasting the heritage of these unborn generations. The movement for the conservation of wild life and the larger movement for the conservation of all our natural resources are essentially democratic in spirit, purpose, and method.
- If in a given community unchecked popular rule means unlimited waste and destruction of the natural resources — soil, fertility, waterpower, forests, game, wild-life generally — which by right belong as much to subsequent generations as to the present generation, then it is sure proof that the present generation is not yet really fit for self-control, that it is not yet really fit to exercise the high and responsible privilege of a rule which shall be both by the people and for the people. The term “for the people” must always include the people unborn as well as the people now alive, or the democratic ideal is not realized.
- The conservation of natural resources is the fundamental problem. Unless we solve that problem it will avail us little to solve all others.
- The United States at this moment occupies a lamentable position as being perhaps the chief offender among civilized nations in permitting the destruction and pollution of nature. Our whole modern civilization is at fault in the matter. But we in America are probably most at fault … Here in the United States we turn our rivers and streams into sewers and dumping-grounds, we pollute the air, we destroy forests and exterminate fishes, birds and mammals’not to speak of vulgarizing charming landscapes with hideous advertisements.
- To waste, to destroy, our natural resources, to skin and exhaust the land instead of using it so as to increase its usefulness, will result in undermining in the days of our children the very prosperity which we ought by right to hand down to them.
This is what it means to be a progressive in the tradition of Teddy Roosevelt.
The bottom line is it is immoral for one generation to destroy another generation’s vital soil — or its livable climate.
You are an enemy of the American People, enemy of the American Way of Life.
And a clear and present danger to my grand-children’s future.