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CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
 ....amazes me that any questioning of 9/11 is now wholeheartedly embraced here as conspiracy theory....  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rocky-kistne...
The Coast Guard is investigating reports of a potentially large oil slick in the Gulf of Mexico not far from the Deepwater Horizon site. According to a knowledgeable source, the slick was sighted by a helicopter pilot on Friday and is about 100 miles long. A fishing boat captain said he went through the slick yesterday and it was strong enough to make his eyes burn. According to the Times Picayune, the Coast Guard has confirmed they are investigating a potentially large 100 mile slick about 30 miles offshore. They are going to a site near the Matterhorn well site about 20 miles north of the BP Deepwater Horizon site, according to the paper. The Matterhorn field includes includes a deepwater drilling platform owned by W&T Technology. It was acquired last year from TotalFinaElf E&P. Also, another Louisiana fisherman reports that fresh oil is coming ashore near South Pass, LA, and that cleanup crews are laying new boom near the beach. He also reports that cleanup crews in four-wheeled vehicles were patrolling the beaches near the marsh filled coast spraying a substance on the beach.  Around two-dozen high school students come home, in the middle of winter with what looks like... Get this--- a sunburn. Now, parents and teachers want to know how this happened. It's a mystery in the community of Hathaway and it has people burning to know the answers. "We don't know what caused it," parent, Donald Demary said. "We just kept trying to find answers," Hathaway High Principal Mona Miller said. On Wednesday, about two dozen Hathaway High School students came back from a field trip with what appears to be a sunburn. The mystery is, students and teachers don't know what caused it. "We have no idea," Principal Miller said. "It's very bizarre." Demary says, "it's something we need to be very concerned about." "We're grasping at straws." Miller says, "trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together." The first stop on the field trip was a school conference in Rayne at the Civic Center; but only Hathaway High students have these burn symptoms. "It looked more like a flash burn." Miller described, "or something someone would experience inside a tanning bed."  Mobile Z-Backscatter X-Ray System? http://www.defense.gov/contracts/contract.... American Science and Engineering, Inc., Billerica, Mass., is being awarded a $61,277,418 firm-fixed-price, indefinite-delivery/indefinite-quantity contract with a maximum ordering quantity of 52 Z-Backscatter X-Ray Systems and associated manuals, spares and field support. The initial delivery order of $38,695,288 is for 32 of the 52 Backscatter Systems available on the contract. Work will be performed in Billerica, Mass., and work is expected to be complete by August 2006. Contract funds will not expire by the end of the current fiscal year. This contract is a sole source award to American Science and Engineering, Inc., the sole manufacturer of the Z-Backscatter X-Ray System. The Marine Corps Systems Command, Quantico, Va., is the contracting activity (M67854-05-D-5168). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backscatter_X... The "Z Backscatter Van" from AS&E is a mobile backscatter X-ray machine in a van which "from the outside looks like an ordinary delivery van, allowing it to blend in to urban and other landscapes". It is being promoted as a means of examining the contents of vehicles, containers, and dumpsters.<11> Source: NOLA.com
"It's a chance to really showcase Louisiana oysters and our entire Gulf Coast oyster industry," said Ewell Smith, executive director of the Louisiana Seafood Promotion and Marketing Board, during a "Let the World Be Your Oyster Reception" at Washington's Acadiana Restaurant Wednesday night. More Louisiana seafood, including oysters, was served at a Washington Mardi Gras reception Thursday night. "There hasn't been much pressure on the oyster beds because of the BP spill, and now that they are open again, the oysters are big and plump," Reggio said. "I just ate a bunch of them, and they were incredible." Also this week, Sen. Mary Landrieu, D-La., led other members of the Louisiana delegation in sending a letter to BP demanding the company agree to a state request to provide $15 million to rehabilitate oyster beds damaged from last year's massive oil spill. "In hopes of mitigating future damages and facilitating the robust recovery of this vital industry, we strongly encourage you to reconsider this $15 million investment opportunity," the letter said. "Timing will be critical. Unfortunately, due to the direct and indirect impacts of the oil spill, oyster production continues to trail historic averages." Read more: http://www.nola.com/politics/index.ssf/201... Yeah...safe and tasty....no problems at all...yet Mary asks for money to rehabilitate the damage done?   http://www.heraldtribune.com/article/20110... From a distance the toxic goo looks like oil, but up close it smells like rotten eggs and wiggles like jelly. Scientists have no idea what it is or how it wound up in the northern Gulf of Mexico, near Perdido Pass. Just off the Florida Panhandle coastline, within site of Perdido Key, scientists have discovered an underwater mass of dead sea life that appears to be growing as microscopic algae and bacteria get trapped and die. Early samples indicate the glob is at least three feet thick and spans two-thirds of a mile parallel to the coast. |
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http://www.nobeliefs.com/jefferson.htm "I never submitted the whole system of my opinions to the creed of any party of men whatever in religion, in philosophy, in politics, or in anything else where I was capable of thinking for myself. Such an addiction is the last degradation of a free and moral agent." -Thomas Jefferson, letter to Francis Hopkinson, March 13, 1789 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Christianity neither is, nor ever was a part of the common law." -Thomas Jefferson, letter to Dr. Thomas Cooper, February 10, 1814 An exerpt from Call of Cthulhu...written in 1926 by H. P. Lovecraft... "The most merciful thing in the world...I think...is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity....and it was not meant that we should voyage far... The sciences...each straining in its own direction....have hitherto harmed us little....but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifing vistas of reality....and of our frightful position therein...that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." .....in light of our war machines and nukes...and the ongoing destrution and dessimation of the environment...the reality of the 21st century's vistas of terror our sciences have created...I find Lovecraft's words eerily prophetic.... _____________________________________________________ The Almighty Dollar ~ Ozzy It's In The Lives That We Lead Setup For Money And Greed A Little Isn't Enough We Have To Use It All Up Success, Excess, The Truth Is Inconvenient Oh Hang Your Head Pillaged And Left Us For Dead You Kept Us Blind And Mislead How Could You Think Nothings Wrong You Won't Be Smiling For Long When It's All Gone, Gone We Can Never Go Back Burn Into The Air And Atmosphere Watching The Rain Come Down Turn Your Head Away Ignore The Fear Watching The Ice Crash Down Our Father's Justice Gets Closer How Could You Screw Us All Over Rape, Steal And Murder God Bless The Almighty Dollar The Almighty Dollar Poison The Air That We Breathe Chained To Industrial Need Destroy The Souls That You Steal, The Radiation Is Real Debate, Too Late, You've Built Our Funeral Pyre You Kill My Faith Mother Earth, Desecrate Deceive The Whole Human Race I Know You Think Nothings Wrong We Won't Be Breathing For Long When It's All Gone, Gone We Can Never Go Back Burn Into The Air And Atmosphere Watching The Rain Come Down Turn Your Head Away Ignore The Fear Watching The Ice Crash Down Our Father's Justice Gets Closer How Could You Fuck Us All Over Rape, Steal And Murder God Bless The Almighty Dollar Death, Doom And Disaster The Point Of No Return No Earthly Life Ever After Is It Too Late To Learn? Burn Into The Air And Atmosphere Watching The Rain Come Down Turn Your Head Away Ignore The Fear Watching The Ice Crash Down Our Father's Justice Gets Closer How Could You Fuck Us All Over Rape, Steal And Murder God Bless The Almighty Dollar The Almighty Dollar ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~Poetic Interlude~*~
It's like a spell cast in the depth of my heart Relinquishing all fears Persuading me to love Making me realise Hope in paradise. It was like a dream Hoping to be fulfilled Coping with the circumstances That entails Revolving contemplation in the mind. At last, it came to reality The eyes see the invisible, The mind feels the impossible, Love is portrayed well enough Through the beauty of you It's true, love really exists, Because I see it in you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Love... Sweet sounds from the music of the heart Composed of flowers and flattery Played by instruments - each has its own part Sung with passion and delicacy Love... Faded pages with meaning beyond comprehension Written with strength and fervency Read by many with constant devotion Stored on shelves of diversity Love... Strokes of vivid colors and happiness Drawn by the instinct of desire Painted with tenacious tenderness Displayed in galleries of grandeur ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Against Indifference.... More love or more disdain I crave... Sweet, be not still indifferent... O send me quickly to my grave, Or else afford me more content! Or love or hate me more or less, For love abhors all lukewarmness. Give me a tempest if 'twill drive Me to the place where I would be... Or if you'll have me still alive, Confess you will be kind to me. Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave... More love or more disdain I crave. Webbe c. 1678 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A Poem from 'Queen O' the Damned'... Tempting to place in coherent collage...... ...the bee...the mountain range...the shadow my hoof... Tempting to join them...enlaced by logical vast and shining... Molecular thought-thread...thru all Substance... Tempting...to say I see in all I see... The place where the needle began in the tapestry...but ahh... It all looks whole and part...long live the eyeball and the lucid heart... Some Lamb~ Four Days in Another City ~ Stan Rice ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~Tasting The Earth~ In a dark hour, tasting the Earth. As I lay on my couch in the muffled night, and the rain lashed my window, And my forsaken heart would give me no rest, no pause and no peace, Though I turned my face far from the wailing of my bereavement.... Then I said: I will eat of this sorrow to its last shred, I will take it unto me utterly, I will see if I be not strong enough to contain it.... What do I fear? Discomfort? How can it hurt me, this bitterness? The miracle, then! Turning toward it, and giving up to it, I found it deeper than my own self.... O dark great mother-globe so close beneath me... It was she with her inexhaustible grief, Ages of blood-drenched jungles, and the smoking of craters, and the roar of tempests, And moan of the forsaken seas, It was she with the hills beginning to walk in the shapes of the dark-hearted animals, It was she risen, dashing away tears and praying to dumb skies, in the pomp-crumbling tragedy of man... It was she, container of all griefs, and the buried dust of broken hearts, Cry of the christs and the lovers and the child-stripped mothers, And ambition gone down to defeat, and the battle overborne, And the dreams that have no waking.... My heart became her ancient heart: On the food of the strong I fed, on dark strange life itself: Wisdom-giving and sombre with the unremitting love of ages.... There was dank soil in my mouth, And bitter sea on my lips, In a dark hour, tasting the Earth. James Oppenheim 1882 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Destiny Harrison Smith Morris 1899 OUR many years are made of clay and cloud, And quick desire is but as morning dew; And love and life, that linger and are proud, Dissolve and are again the arching blue. For who shall answer what the ages ask? Or who undo a one-day-earlier bud? We are but atoms in the larger task Of law that seeks not to be understood. Shall we then gather to our meagre mien The purple of power, and sit above the seed, While still abroad the acres of the green Invisible feet leave imprint of their speed? We are but part; the whole within the part Trembles, as heaven steadied in a stream. Not ours to question whence the leafage start, Or doubt the prescience of a people’s dream. For these are cradled in the dark of time, And move in larger order than we know; The isolate act interpreted a crime, In perfect circle, shows the Mind below. Forth from the hush of equatorial heat The wiser mother drove her sable kin— Was it that through our vitiated wheat A lustier grain should swell the life, grown thin? Was it that upward through a waste of blood The brutal tribe should struggle to a soul,— That white and black, in interchange of good, Might grope through ages to a loftier whole? Who knows, who knows? For while we mock with doubt The ceaseless loom thrids through its slow design; The waning artifice is woven out, And simple manhood rears a nobler line. Then wherefore clamor to your idols thus For bands to hold the Nation from its growth, And wax in terror at the overplus Won from dishonor and imperial sloth? Wherefore implore the Power that lifts our might To punish what His providence ordains; To fix our star forever in its night; To hold us fettered in our ancient chains? The Nation in God’s garden swells to fruit, And He is glad, and blesses. Shall we then Shrink inward to the dulness of the root, And vanish from the onward march of men? Give up the lands we won in loyal war; Give up the gain and glory, rule, renown, The orient commerce of the open door, The conquest, and the wide imperial crown? Yea, were these all, ’t were well to let them go; For idle gold is but an empty gain: An empire, reared on ashes of its foe, Falls, as have fallen the island-walls of Spain. Treasure is dust. They need it not who build On better things. Our gain is in the loss: In love and tears, self victories fulfilled, In manhood bending to the bitter cross. In burdens that make wise the bearer, wounds Taken in hate that sanctify the heart, In sympathies and sorrows, and in sounds That up from all the open waters start; In brotherhood that binds the broken ties And clasps the whole world closer into peace; In East and West enwoven loverwise, Mated for happy arts and home’s increase. What though the sere leaf circle to the ground,— Its summer task is done, the bough is clean For Spring’s ascent; the lost is later found In some new recess of the risen green. We are but Nature’s menials. ’Tis her might Sets our strange feet on Australasian sands, Bids us to pluck the races from their night And build a State from out the brawling bands. Serene, she sweeps aside the more or less, The man or people, if her end be sure; Her brooding eyes, that ever bend to bless, Find guerdon for the dead that shall endure. Truth marches on, though crafty ignorance Heed not the footfall of the eternal tread. The land that shrinks from Nature’s armed advance Shall lie dishonored with her wasted dead. Yea, it behooves us that the light be free. We are but bearers,—it is Nature’s own,— Runners who speed the way of Destiny, Yielding the torch whose flame is forward blown. We are in his wide grasp who holds the law, Who heaves the tidal sea, and rounds the year; We may return not, though the weak withdraw; We must move onward to the last frontier. |
