Those Pesky Windmills

Thoughts on any of those pesky windmills?

Notions about…the sun and how it could power the earth?

Well, add these few astute observations from an expert…#45!03-30-17 Emissions

-Let’s put up some windmills. When the wind doesn’t blow, just turn off the television darling, please. There’s no wind, please turn off the television quickly.

=I think it’s something [Democrats] should really promote…no planes, no energy. When the wind stops blowing, that’s the end of your electric. ‘Darling is the wind blowing today? I’d like to watch television.

How ’bout global warming…and, alike?

-I’m not supposed to be using hair spray.  But think of it.  So Obama’s always talking about the global warming, that global warming is our biggest and most dangerous problem, OK?

And, certainly, our expert on the cleanliness of climate change offers some sage advice:

-You gotta take care of the floors. You know the floors of the forest, very important.

…You look at other countries where they do it differently and it’s a whole different story.  I was with the president of Finland and he called it a forest nation, and they spend a lot of time on raking and cleaning and doing things…

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YOU GOTTA TAKE CARE OF THE FLOORS. YOU KNOW THE FLOORS OF THE FOREST, VERY IMPORTANT. I WAS WITH THE PRESIDENT OF FINLAND, HE CALLED IT A FOREST NATION, AND THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON RAKING AND CLEANING AND DOING THINGS AND THEY DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEM

In my world if you say…you are an environmentalist.  You Are One!  After all, it takes balls to claim you belong to the earth…and, you don’t really mean it.  That is a lie likely to get one into hell.  Or, at least, elected to some important position.

Right now we’re at the cleanest we’ve ever been and that’s very important to me.   But if we’re clean, but every other place on Earth is dirty, that’s not so good…’So I want clean air, I want clean water, very important.’

Fastened to the Earth

It is not the colorful display of flowers that enlists me.

Though the warmth they bring.

I await eagerly.

The majesty of a tree…I could ponder, again and again.

Its weight.

Its shelter.

Its ability to defend.

There is truth to the pine, the ash, the birch.

An honesty to being fastened to the earth.

And, even as the solo branch, lumbers to the ground.

It does so without remorse.

And, with little sound.

 

Look Around

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Tattered and full of asunder…

with hollow claps of thunder,

acts of tumultuous wonder.

Residue crimes set in burnt sienna dander.

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Look around.

Look around.

No sacristy found.

No mercenary quiet calm happening without a sound.

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Look around.

The gluttonous mime wears a serious frown.

Look around.

Ravished by rubbish communes abound.

Look around.

Patriot’s filing their nails,

as they drag them on the ground.

 

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Dearest Mother…we promised you nothing and that is what you got.