Xanga Heaven is no Haven

The sword of the religious warrior leaves a wide swath. The blog site: xanga, features an all-Christian blogging community that I refuse to market by mentioning, but it has the word "life" in it. One of my contentions is that xanga gets funding from public companies to run its engines. Are the company sponsors aware of the complete Christian domination and if they are aware--why so discriminatory with their funds? Also--wouldn't it be more appropriate for a public and publicly funded site to showcase all major religions,and the scientific community? Why isn't their a "life science" blogging community showcased or the "secular reasoning" section for people with inquiring minds instead of the blind leading the blind?
Stay tuned. I may decide to stop playing in xangaland. Although it is much more fun being the voice of reason in a sea of fumbling sheep. Checkout xanga. If you like its format, stay, but please be a presence of enlightenment and reason.
Plead for the needy! The needy scientifically minded, the needy woman, the needy man, the needy society that craves freedom!

Studs

Fraternize without Facebook?

"Importance" in a squirrel colony generally refers to "adult males that are putting out feelers for sex opportunities or...adult females that are experienced at mating and want to have their choice of a bunch of males,". (Discovery.com)

Male squirrel: "Hey, baby how you doin'? Wanna see my nuts?"

Female: "Sure, feel my bush....y tail?"

Happy Spring!

Drilling a Tight Hole

While it may feel good in the short term, is there any future in it?

tight hole
1. n. [Drilling]
ID: 1625A section of a wellbore, usually openhole, where larger diameter components of the drillstring, such as drillpipe tool joints, drill collars, stabilizers, and the bit, may experience resistance when the driller attempts to pull them through these sections. See: openhole, tool joint
2. n. [Drilling]
ID: 1626A well that the operator requires be kept as secret as possible, especially the geologic information. Exploration wells, especially rank wildcats, are often designated as tight. Unfortunately, this designation is of questionable benefit in keeping the data secret. See: wildcat

I'm pro-capitalism and making money, but I also feel that corporations have a social and environmental responsibility. Sustainable and renewable resources are the wave of the future and many do not require the rape and pillage of the natural world and other nations.

Survivalism by Nine Inch Nails:

I should have listened to her

So hard to keep control

We kept on eating but

Our bloated belly's still not full

She gave us all she had but

We went and took some more

Can't seem to shut her legs

Our mother nature is a whore(chorus:)

I got my propagandaI got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fistI got my planI got survivalism

Hypnotic sound of sirens

Echoing through the street

The cocking of the rifles

The marching of the feet

You see your world on fire

Don't try to act surprised

We did just what you told us

Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies(chorus)(cut-up speech)All bruised and broken, bleeding

She asked to take my handI turned, just keep on walking

But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance

I'm sure you'll understand(chorus)You got your pacifism - I got survivalism (repeat)

Texas Tea

Come and listen to a story about a man named GW Bush

A poor mountaineer, with an alcoholic blush,

Then one day he was shootin at some food,

And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ol GW's a millionaire, Kinfolk said "GW move away from there" Said "Iraqi is the place you ought to be"

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Iraqi.

Holes, that is. No swimmin pools, or movie stars.

Well now its time to say good bye to GW and all his kin.

And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in. You're all invited back a gain to this locality

To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality Hillybilly that is.

Set a spell, Take your shoes off. Y'all come back now, y'hear?

War Song

It is war! It is war!
O God’s angel, keep it awayand intervene to stop it!
Sadly, it is war—and I do not want it to be my fault!

What could I do if
the ghosts of the slaughtered came to me sorrowing in my sleep, bloody, white and pale, and wept before me—what?

If hearty men who went looking for honor,
Maimed and half dead,
Waltzed before me in the dust and cursed me
In their dying need?

If a thousand thousand fathers, mothers, brides,
So happy before the war,
Now all miserable, all poor people,
Cried out in grief over me?

If hunger, illness and dire need
Gathered friend, friend and enemy into the grave
And crowed to me about honorsitting on a corpse?

What help would crown and land and gold and honor be?
They could not make me happy!
Sadly, it is war—and I do not want it to be my fault!

--Matthias Claudius (1740-1815). This poem was written in 1779 about the War of Bavarian Succession.