The future of the world is written in plastic.
The future of the world is written in plastic.
Sometimes it’s smart to shoot yourself in the foot, but mostly not.
I did not wake up this morning and think, “I’ve got to write about cow farts again.” No, that didn’t happen. What did happen was a friend sent me a message telling me that my invention, the Butt Bubble Methane Collection Device, which had been stolen from me (See an earlier post), was officially shelved…
Backyard gardens have gone from a necessity to a hobby and now are maligned by certain people we will call, “globalists.” Claims that backyard gardening has a carbon footprint 5 times greater than commercial growing have been published along with a lot of other rubbish, as if the amount of carbon you make growing plants…
Part 1 Since I have spent a number of years at various levels of food production and preparation, I thought I would share some of my experiences and thoughts about our food supply. I lived in farming areas part of my life and have known many farmers and heard about their problems and triumphs. In…
The wind blew this morning Trumpeting a chaotic melody It savaged loudly against the walls And danced through the electrical lines Blinking the lights inside the building As it toyed with our emotions. A shriveled old man stood smoking Against the wall of the Laundromat Cursing in a loud and angry voice. But the voice…
Dim light leaks eerily from city lamps. As I glance across the fog shrouded lot I hear the sharp barking Of ghostly figures high in the fog. Circling overhead they call to the night: “We are Nature’s wandering children Trained by our parents to flee bitter cold To return to the warmth of the primordial…