No “Fracking” Way!
As I said in my auto-bio before, I live in the Ithaca area of upstate NY. There is a major protest happening here as big business is yet again trying to destroy a community and the environment surrounding it.
Here’s the gist of it: Where we live, there is a chunk in the Earth’s crust called the Marcellus Shale Formation. It holds tons and tons of Natural Gas, but there is no way to retrieve the gas without severely harming the environment. The process used to get Natural Gas from such a thing as pure rock is called Hydraulic Fracturing. This is accomplished by drilling down through the Earth’s layers and through the rock shattering it, then using hydro-power to separate the natural gas from the rock and water. Sounds eco-friendly enough, I mean they’re using water to drill with right? WRONG! What’s happening is when that rock is shattered natural gas comes out, but so does everything else. Part of “everything else” includes radioactive waste material! If that radioactive waste is released, it will affect so much more than people understand. This will affect all our ground water, the Finger Lakes, our state parks, the Finger Lakes National Forest, our vineyards, our agriculture, our gorges, our wildlife, our human-life, our colleges, our restaurants, our entire community and all those smaller ones surrounding. Let’s take down an entire region just to suck every last drop of blood from the veins of Earth. I am not a “hippy activist.” I am a realist and this is our reality.
Maybe some of you wonder how all those elements of our area will be affected by hydro-fracking. This is how: When radioactive waste seeps into Cayuga Lake, it will kill the fish and all flora and fauna surrounding. No more swimming in the lake, or boating, or fishing, or kayaking. Might as well close all the camps and childhood enrichment programs. And the Floating Classroom. That lake water also feeds a major canal that distributes water to farms and town families for miles. Bad water. Poisonous water. The affected ground water supplies our beautiful and infamous vineyards, no more picturesque Finger Lakes Wine Trail. There goes a huge hit on our economy. Cornell and all it’s research, the agricultural school, even the historic crew race way…poisoned. All the restaurants and musical venues stationed around the lake…closed. “Ithaca is Gorges” will be a dead phrase, as our gorges will be sizzling in radioactive waste. Our Native American history, and remarkable geological history- gone.
Last but not least. It is illegal in NY state to dispose of radioactive waste. So? So, we have to ship it across the country to states like Utah and Idaho, so it can be “disposed of.” How do you dispose of radioactive waste? There is no way to dispose of it. All we do it spread it around and fill up man made deposits for the junk. “Here Utah a killer of a gift for you. Love, NY. “ Pleasant thought huh? So what I am getting at is that this drilling does not just affect us in NY, it affects people everywhere, the entire world. Imagine the people it would affect just in this country if there were a spill on it’s journey out west? Nothing good can come of this. This is a result of a 5 year plan. Fuel enough for the country, yeah, but not for very long. Can’t we rise above this? Can’t we just give in to nature instead of fighting her constantly. The sad part is, we are all nature and some people refuse to believe it. WE ARE NATURE! The CEO of Exxon is nature. Sam Walton was nature. George W. Bush is nature. We have derived from the earth whether you are religious, spiritual, or atheist. Did we not start out only eating what the earth provided? For centuries, we didn’t eat unless we grew our own food from the Earth, drank the ground and steam water, depended on the earth to provide us with warmth and shelter, by using trees, mud, and clay for shelter. Animals and plants to make our clothing and even medicine.
Just because we can buy our clothes now and our food, and we never have to touch the soil beneath our feet, we still come from it. We are all animals and we need our Earth, because realistically, nobody is moving to Mars in this lifetime, and there will be no Earth left to keep us alive if this destruction does NOT cease!
Do not drill here Gov. Patterson.
NO FRACKING WAY!
For further explanation here’s an interesting “tid-bit” to listen to.
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I’ve got a problem. I just can’t see how it’s okay to do this…
Check it out:
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Wild horse roundup captures 131 MT mustangs BILLINGS, Mont. — Federal officials say they will complete a wild horse roundup along the Montana-Wyoming border within the next few days. As of Monday night, Bureau of Land Management contractors had gathered 131 wild horses as part of the agency’s effort to reduce the size of the herd in the Pryor Mountain National Wild Horse Range. Critics say the roundup threatens to ruin the genetics of a herd descended from animals brought to North America by Spanish conquistadors. About 70 of the range’s 190 adult horses will be offered for adoption. The remainder will be released, with most mares receiving a fertility control injection. The captured horses are being held at BLM’s Britton Springs corrals north of Lovell, Wyo. The adoption is scheduled for Sept. 26.
http://blog.taragana.com/n/wild-horse-roundup-captures-131-mustangs-from-montana-range-162754/
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Does anyone understand that these animals are family oriented? That these animals live with their birth mothers and generations of family lines until they die? You cannot just grab a bunch of horses randomly from the herd and expect them to be okay! You cannot take away THEIR sense of community, THEIR familiar connections and expect that they will just live on normally. They are intelligent and intuitive animals, a force stronger than most humans to be reckoned with. Better yet, they are taking these wild horses from the NATIONAL WILD HORSE RANGE!!!! Then here comes the sickest part of all…these WILD beauties will then be OFFERED FOR ADOPTION?? Are you serious!? Let’s BREAK all that is pure and wild. Why? Well some asshole probably wants to build a house on that part of the land and needs the sage brush to grow a little thicker to the right of his property. Alright, that was slightly exaggerated, but symbolism is screaming, and a perfect analogy if you ask me.
…”Asshole” is to “Rich Fat Human” as “Jackass” is to “Mule”…
One last thing: If the horses are lucky enough to be released into the wild, they first must be injected with an infertility drug…that WEARS OFF! Do you understand what that means? It means, the natural cycle of their reproduction is F****D UP! It means instead of having foals in the spring or early summer where they can gain the strength and maturity to survive a winter in the mountains, they are having them in the fall. Just in time for freezing temperatures without a proper adult coat and lack of food. Lack of food for the foals because there is lack of food for the mothers trying to nurse them. If a mare cannot ingest the proper nutrients to lactate proper milk, the foal has little chance for survival. You stupid, stupid westernized people. You’ve f-ed up the whole population of every “Non-Super Power” nation, now you have to continue your rampage with helpless creatures that roam this land quiet and fearful.
Have another Big Mac, pop another zit.
Filed under Subjective Sunrise | Comment (0)Endoskeleton
Like fallen leaves adrift shallow waters,
I’ve shed the thoughts of fury and carelessness-
At times, so dense then
becoming tangible.
I now stand naked as November Maples.
Observe my bones, my structure-
The uncovered life that’s
always been there,
beneath quiet colors and
vibrant secrets.
Filed under Subjective Sunrise | Comment (0)Yellow #5
You paint me yellow.
I’m now a cactus flower
nestled in Anasazi sand.
I’m now shale scintillating
beneath quiet currents.
I’m now the soft pollen
of wild Indigo.
You paint me yellow.
I’m pieces of a prayer flag speckling Everest.
A swallowtail wind swept in June.
Chairs on the porch of a hidden cottage.
Day lilies in full bloom.
You paint me yellow.
Like fingers of a flame in late night summer.
A patio pitcher of iced lemonade.
September Aspens like falling medallions.
Sky high sunflowers bowing all the same.
You paint me yellow.
The color of warmth and home.
The color of childhood mornings.
The color it feels to smile.
You paint me yellow.
Like pumpkin pie for breakfast.
The glow from an afternoon window.
Sunlight through translucent wings.
The Plietes sisters gossiping.
You paint me yellow.
Filed under Subjective Sunrise | Comment (0)My Intentions
I dedicate this blog to creative blurbs, poems, prose, and uncontaminated thought. Here goes…
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