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what you will want

Boys Will Do

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The year is 2017. We are in Alaska. The Gasline has been finished and gas is flowing. The gas in that line along the highway we are traveling. It tracks the highway for hundreds of miles, within eye sight. It looks gorgeous, so shiny. Shinier than traffic signs or the tractors and airplanes parked alongside the roadway. This is hardy country, full of people with God on their mind and Guns in their trucks.

Honest people that fight.

So imagine that you are a teenaged boy. It is night just after you have won the hockey match. You and your friends, sixpackers in training, are riding along the highway. With no coyotes to shoot, what do you shoot at? The stop sign looks fun, but that glowing steel horizon looks so much better. Besides you can drive along it an practice rapid firing, just as if you were in the Army, defending your country. Besides this might even light up the very long, cold darkness of Alaska.

Governing Principle

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In Eureka, during Reagan’s take over of California, tree stumps and massive logs floated down streams from wide scale logging. The extra wood was sometimes set adrift, filling the bays with logs, stumps, burl. Small whole earth communities tried to turn this into community and commerce. Creative communities based upon the principle of recovering the waste from aggressive corporations. This is the Reagan that came to power, whose leftovers still fill your head. That was the Reagan that said

A tree is a tree — how many more do you need to look at?”

A trip upto Eureka this past August shows the impact that a governor whose expertise is based on being there brings. Experience is a poor teacher of idiots.
In that once vital bay
now there are beer cans stuck in the sand and shallows, as dead birds and engine slicks float by. Governorship does not gurantee understanding. Eureka lived the Reagan revolution and logged like there was no tomorrow. But tommorrow has come and the only thing trickling down is income, employment and sewage. Lets all go out to Samoa and piss one for the gipper.

Governor Palin is being praised for her mastery of energy. If that means “energize,” then I concur. It is doubtful that history will be as kind to her as it has been to Ronald Reagan. More pressingly, I hope that Governor Palin doesn’t have as lasting an effect on energy and Alaska as Governor Reagan did on those humbled in Humboldt.

The 4AM Test

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Paradoxes are best paired, actually the pairing is the paradox. This comparison of what you do with your child in the early morning. Time with the son before the sun is one way of saying it, though a partial way in this genderfied english day. Anyhow, this week we have clearly seen that what a parent does with their child will form their life view. You are your child’s first goal. This may be the clearest difference between the american poles. The Arch Conservative Momma Palin went hunting at 4AM. The Arch Activist Obama spent the 4AM hour studying. Hmm, pick up the gun, pick up the book. Learn to kill. Learn to learn. A gathering of our hunters past, or passing onto a gathering global good. Which is the dream you give your child? Which world do you want to spend your last breaths?

even tho we come from a bloody past, we do not have to paint our future with it — webionaire

My past was marked by blood so that yours doesn’t have to be– laughlin