I've been an environmental and social activist for over
thirty years, instrumental in the early days of Earth First!, an
aspiring curmudgeon and student of Life, as we know it. In 1989 I
picked up the gauntlet cast at my feet, as Ed Abbey transformed to a
soaring turkey buzzard, looking down on mankind's feeble efforts from a
serene and considerable height.
Now I'm embarking on the next step, publishing my earlier works and
offering my writing for whatever meager recompense my impoverished
readers can afford. Join me for an always irreverent, sometimes poignantly humorous look at the adventures of Homo sap, Mankind About
Universe.
Bear with me for a bit, while I reinhabit this page and bring it up
to date. Who knows what wonders will soon appear on these scintillating
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Herein I present some of my humble scribblings, some recent, some over
the past many years, reflecting my life as an environmeddler, a student
of the present condition, a rambling skeptic, a curmudgeon in training.
It's not a popular avocation these days, what with Homeland Security
lurking behind every door. Never did put a great store in popularity
anyway.
But then, what difference does it make. If They've got a file on
you, They've got a file on you (and They do). Whatever remarks I make
here are of little consequence compared to the rest of my life. These
here words are just glowing phosphors on the screen. So far, I 'm
not advocating the overthrow of the United States government by
force and violence, regardless of the merit of the proposition, sad to
say. I'm just making grand lit'ry observations and waxing most eloquent
about Things Political. No harm there.
What's more important than paranoia is a proper degree of
cynicism. Witty repartee about my favorite anarchist, with side
observations concerning the suitability of the anarchist avocation, are
healthy and most proper pursuits for the active citizenry of any free
and
democratic society. Despite this participation in the democratic
process,
I suspect that agents of our government, public servants, as it were,
might not appreciate the flow of dialogue on these pages and might take
action to cause me to cease and desist.
So I will soldier on, bare my anarchist soul amidst
the frantic electrons of this anarchistic babble-box. Best to get the
word
out now, make the connections, exchange the passwords, before the
inevitable jackboot descends on this fomenting rebellion. For after the
crack-down I will take to the hills where I've prepared the way with
caches of Deaf Smith County peanut butter, bottled Perrier, boxes of
Winchester High Grade, a case of Dupont's finest, a bottle or two, or
maybe three, of Wild Turkey or Jack Daniels, and a certain novel or
two.
After that, it's back to smoke signals and drumbeats in the night.
"Long live the weeds and the
wilderness!" -- Ed Abbey, 1927-1989
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