Orange Sulphur butterfly in bastard cabbage, an invasive plant.
Me 2023
I see myself as an environmental advocate and, as such, I’m tired of hearing about climate change as if it’s the sole cause of all of our problems. The real cause of all of our problems, the elephant in the room that no one seems to mention, is overpopulation. That is the root cause of every evil on earth; war, famine, genocide, extinction, habitat loss and, yes, climate change.
As if it’s not bad enough that we are the only species on our planet whose proliferation depends entirely on the destruction and/or consumption of every other species on earth, we breed like there’s no end to the earth’s resources. Oh, did I mention how fucking arrogant we are as a species?
Convoluted but, who knows anymore…
After some thought, I have come up with a theory about the FBI raid on Trump. Our government answers to very little anymore and there may be more here than first meets the eye.
IMHO, the impetus for Trump’s claim that the election was stoled from him stems from his trying to avoid prosecution from the state of NY who has quite a portfolio of lawsuits and charges against him. As federal law trumps state law (Sorry, couldn’t pass it up.), he may well die before any of this gets cleared up.
The stolen election claim in itself defies common sense. How could you pull that off, in this day and age especially, with the thousands of people that would have to participate, very discreetly, without at least one person blowing the whistle? Unh uh. I’m certain that a number of media outlets would be thrilled to throw a shitload of cash at anyone with credible inside information.
A seat at the table, sort of.
A weekend with the most amazing motorcycles and their riders.
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The stickup.
The blood care bus happened to be in the grocery store parking lot this morning so, I decided to donate some and, I had an epiphany whilst I was in there. I don’t fear needles but I have a pathological hatred of the finger stick before hand. I don’t even mind the well-casing sized needle that they stick in my knees at the VA that much. I doubt that I’m alone in this so, it occurred to me that if I were a policeman, trying to question a recalcitrant suspect and getting nowhere, I’d pull out and, slowly uncap one of those evil fucking spring-loaded, finger sticking devices and tell my suspect to hold out a finger because I need to take a blood sample. Might just get me what I need.
Jungle love, quite possibly.
I had been seeing a swarm of Gulf Fritillary butterflies in one spot for a few days now and thought I’d try to get a shot or two. It’s very dark in the swamp where this was happening, even at noon. I got lucky, they hit a patch of sunlight just as I hit the shutter.
Staredown.
Green Grasshopper nymph.
Pops to the rescue
On my daily trip to the river bottoms, I came upon two agitated Black-necked Stilts. I stopped the car and got out, curious as to what they were upset about. Turns out it was, drum roll please, me. They were guarding their last chick of four, which was down in the ditch.
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