I’ve learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It’s them we must fight
Once in a while the tufted sky would break open into dazzling radiance. I would often look up from my reading to behold a waterfall of fiery light, as if the Golden Fleece were hanging in a waterfall shedding all its precious minerals into the valley below.
These are dark times, but hope is not lost nor foolish, and change has already begun.
For all the obvious climate impacts, the United States does not yet seem disturbed enough to demonstrably disrupt our burning of fossil fuels.
Brett Wilkins: Wildlife Defenders Cheer Restoration of Migratory Bird Protections Gutted Under Trump
Over the last 50 years, the population of North American birds has declined by an estimated three billion birds.
But No Questions about War Please!