Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Animals in the News: Update

An anonymous person posted a response to my comments earlier "Animals in the News" or more accurately this person was responding to Scott's comments about how it's necessary to kill Mountain Lions to save them (a "rational" plan to conserve).

Anonymous said:

Before the first white man set foot on the continent, Nature was all out of whack. Mountain lions ran rampant upon the landscape. Buffalo herds were decimated by 'em. And the continent was a blackened burnt out hulk of a land because of wild fires which resulted because there were no neocons to clear cut the forests.

That reminds me of an Eagles' song:

The Last Resort:

She came from Providence,

the one in Rhode Island

Where the old world shadows hang

heavy in the air

She packed her hopes and dreams

like a refugee

Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smlin'

They spoke about the red man's way,

and how they loved the land

And they came from everywhere

to the Great Divide

Seeking a place to stand

or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,

out for a good time,

Can't wait to tell you all,

what it's like up there

And they called it paradise

I don't know why

Somebody laid the mountains low

while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down

Across the desert

through the canyons of the coast, to

the Malibu

Where the pretty people play,

hungry for power

to light their neon way

and give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,

Nobody caught 'em

Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,

people bought 'em

And they called it paradise

The place to be

They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind

and sail to Lahaina

just like the missionaries did, so many years ago

They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming"

Brought the white man's burden down

Brought the white man's reign

Who will provide the grand design?

What is yours and what is mine?

'Cause there is no more new frontier

We have got to make it here

We satifsy our endless needs and

justify our bloody deeds,

in the name of destiny and the name

of God

And you can see them there,

On Sunday morning

Stand up and sing about what it's like up there

They call it paradise

I don't know why

You call someplace paradise,

kiss it goodbye