Journalists Lie?

Propaganda in the media is not a new thing. Bleeding Kansas. 1850’s. We like the word bleeding, don’t we? The unfolding drama of free settlers armed to the teeth by Eastern preachers versus tobacco chewing ruffians with the Slavocracy behind them. Good vs Evil on a bloody field. But not so quick. People rushed to…

Soil in the Garden of Eden

In the beginning was the Garden of Eden and then we blew it. God said, “Yep, I gave you guys free choice, so have at it in the real world. But, you know, because of your pride it’s gonna be kind of a pain to grow things the way I did for you–and you’re welcome,…

Don’t Believe The Hype

“One can’t judge till one’s forty; before that we’re too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.” Henry James Hmm. The powers that be talk about internet security (control) and then there’s a bunch of cyber attacks . . . Why are be-headings worse than the more common gun violence in…

Drunks

I’ve had my fair share of less than stellar drunken moments running with the fast crowd and trying to keep up with my boyfriends’ drinking. And then my husband’s drinking. Such was life in the 20th century. Men and women were equals. “Anything you can do, I can do better,” was my hidden mantra when…

Last of the Mohicans

Is private property a good thing? I happen to think it is. Have you ever noticed how public beaches are always disgusting? No one takes pride of ownership. I’ve heard people say after throwing some trash around, “that’s why we pay taxes.” Since at least Biblical times there’s been a tension in history between communitarian-ism…

Technology is Evil. Kill Mr. EDISON!

THE AEROPHONE. (The New York Times 1878) “Something ought to be done to Mr. EDISON, and there is a growing conviction that it had better be done with a hemp rope. Mr. EDISON has invented too many things, and almost without exception they are things of the most deleterious character. He has been addicted to…

19th Century Poet and Conservationist John Burroughs

John Burroughs the poet and naturalist once believed in God. Growing up on a farm in the Catskills, he delighted in the bumble bee. Transcendence and joy filled his poems and essays. Nature was to be delighted in. Nature was evidence of a Creator! In a small rural community he would have listened to this…