Whatever flavor of candidate we prefer, we’re in the global ice cream parlor together. And we’re really bad guests – we’re killing the place. We know better, but we keep smashing the place up cause PR voices on the shiny screens tell us that’s fun and popular. After all, that’s what the Powerful People do, right?
atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant
And we wanna be like the big people – right? Even when their avatars are nine inches high, and made of pixels. The PR voices on the shiny screens tell us so – right? And we know we can always trust them. So that’s why we act like it, right?
Idque apud imperitos humanitas vocabatur, cum pars servitutis esset
The most conservative act I can imagine is treating our global ice cream parlor like it’s the most precious world we know. That’s our collective truth and our sacred obligation for the next generations: for our grandchildren’s grandchildren.
We’ve taken out so many pieces – so many ecosystems and species – that the whole thing’s about to collapse. We can’t take out any more. And we’ve turned the heat up so high our precious ice cream is melting – every flavor. Oh – and the Undead keep shitting in the ice cream and poisoning the parlor. Then they turn themselves insides out, empty their innards on the floor, and try and tell us our clean-up is just the cost of their profit: externalities.
And while we’re trying to shore up the place and turn down the heat and kick out the evil absentee landlord who stole the lease from the timid progressive owners and give a gonad transplant to the timid owners and stuff the shit back inside the zombies so we can kill the Undead corporate person and save the flipping global parlor – the only one for parsecs…
While we’re doing all that, the whiny flavor babies won’t get the fuck out of the way. "My flavor is the bestest – yours is the stickiest". "Your flavor had glass chips in batch 0157" "Oh yeah, your flavor is E Coli". I don’t which is worse: the way the flavor babies make sharing ideas impossible, or the way they roll in the Undead corporatist poo like they grew up in it, and they’ve come home for a long soak. The former squelches any solution-building among the people here; that and the latter are so gross that new progressives with lots to offer don’t even want to help us save the ice cream parlor. Which, since it’s the only one we have, is really sad.
So – Flavor Babies: Take the Dem candidate talk elsewhere – all of it. Poo/not poo. Any flipping concept/mention of the Dem candidates, advisors, policies, campaigns etc is absolutely unwelcome on this post. No excuses. Direct/indirect references to the nomination, "news", praise/slams – any comparison, example, idea, whaddever – do not mention. Regulars, this REALLY means you. Comments will be deleted and you will not be welcome on this thread. No excuses, parsing, sophistry, narcissism accepted. No more tolerance for Flavor Baby whining and mewling: Ya Basta! STFU and get out of the way.
McCracked and the Rethugs’ leaders/policies are fair game: open season there. I’ll make this simple for the Flavor Babies: take the poo-flinging and turn 180 degrees – now you’ll be throwing AWAY from the Dems, not towards them. There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? And you still have your place in the circle!
Now back to our invited guests for this evening: the FDL lurkers. About 1% of our readers comment: this post is an invitation for the reading 99% to join the conversation and introduce themselves to the Lake community. If you want, just start by telling us where you’re from, or saying "hi". As the productive community here grows, sharing our ideas and knowledge and questions strengthens us all. Besides, with the Flavor Babies shushed and their poo sent packing, the Lake’s a fun place to meet great progressives, and find some great answers, and even better questions.
Over the last weeks our melting planet has had really good enviro-news (the good shit) and really awful enviro-news (the bad shit). Some examples follow – but what the shit in your corner of the parlor. What eco-problems are on your menu? What solutions could help us wipe up this mess? What’s the enviro-news at your table?
Here’s what my table is talking about:
Capt. Watson and the Sea Shepherd Society do more than anyone else on Earth and ocean to protect whales and their ancient cultures and "languages" from perishing for make-up and curdled national identity. The Sea Shepherd crew on the Steve Irwin are spending this Antarctic summer defending whales from the Japanese whaling fleet, who were set to kill 1,000 intelligent creatures for their annual
"research" bloodbath. The Japanese whalers flaunt international law: the Sea Shepherd Society enforce it:
In 1986, the International Whaling Commission (IWC) enacted a moratorium on all commercial whaling. Since then, three nations – Iceland, Norway, and Japan – have brutally slaughtered over 25,000 whales under the guise of scientific research and for commercial purposes. The IWC does not have the capacity to enforce the moratorium. Sea Shepherd, guided by the United Nations World Charter for Nature, is the only organization whose mission is to enforce these international conservation regulations on the high seas.
This season, the Sea Shepherd crew and Capt Watson have done right well:
With at most only 12 days left in the whaling season, the whalers are desperate to kill as many whales as they can. They have yet to reach even half their quota.
"I think we can safely say that we have effectively spoiled their whaling season and made an impact on their profits from illegal whaling," said Steve Irwin 2nd Officer Peter Hammarstedt, 23, from Stockholm, Sweden.
The Steve Irwin and her crew did so well that just yesterday morning they stopped the Japanese whaling fleet’s attempted illegal entry of French territorial waters. And later the same day, a marksman on the Japanese whaling fleet tried to kill Captain Watson, with the Japanese Coast Guard on the marksman’s ship. What’s the legal term for accessory to attempted murder? Or conspiracy to murder?
At 1545 hours (0445 GMT), a clash between the crew of the Sea Shepherd vessel Steve Irwin and the Japanese whaling ship Nisshin Maru turned violent when the Japanese Coast Guard began to throw flash grenades at the crew of the Steve Irwin.
Captain Paul Watson was struck by a bullet in the chest. Fortunately, the bullet was stopped by his Kevlar vest. The bullet struck just above the heart…..
The Kevlar vest and anti-poaching badge effectively saved Captain Watson’s life.
2) Concentrated toxic industrial waste (oops – that’s "sewage sludge" to us; "biosolids" in Undead-speak) kills cropland and dairy cattle and poisons our dairy products. Apparently, it poisons us, too.
It was a farm idea with a big payoff and supposedly no downside: ridding lakes and rivers of raw sewage and industrial pollution by converting it all into a free, nutrient-rich fertilizer. Then last week, a federal judge ordered the Agriculture Department to compensate a farmer whose land was poisoned by sludge from the waste treatment plant here. His cows had died by the hundreds….
The Associated Press also has learned that some of the same contaminants showed up in milk that regulators allowed a neighboring dairy farmer to market, even after some officials said they were warned about it.
In one case, according to test results provided to the AP, the level of thallium – an element once used as rat poison – found in the milk was 120 times the concentration allowed in drinking water by the Environmental Protection Agency.
The contaminated milk and the recent ruling by U.S. District Judge Anthony Alaimo raise new doubts about a 30-year government policy that encourages farmers to spread millions of tons of sewage sludge over thousands of acres each year as an alternative to commercial fertilizers.
OK – that’s the enviro news at my table. What’s the eco-news down on the farm near you?
And welcome, lurkers.
[late addition Thallium: good enough for poisoners, good enough for us!