Thursday, December 24, 2015

DEAR SANTA - All I Want For Christmas Is A State Of Emergency Declared


What I want for Christmas, Santa, is a declaration of a State Of Emergency for the Aliso Canyon/Porter Ranch natural gas leak by both Governor Brown and President Obama. This toxic gas leak, which is also laced with the chemicals methyl mercaptan and tetrahydrothiophene so you can smell it, has been going on for over two months. This is a worst disaster than the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Santa, do you know why are leaders are so silent about this environ...mental disaster?

Is it that, unlike oil, what you can't see is easy to ignore, that has prompted an unparalleled silence from our leaders? The list of what this toxic leak is doing would make this letter to you too long, so here are the highlights and I hope my environmental friends will also take note.

As you know Santa, it would be highly dangerous for you to fly your sleigh over the area because the FAA has forbidden any aircraft from flying lower than 2,000 feet over the area because, well, BOOM! This toxic leak in two months time has polluted the air with methane equal to what 6 COAL POWER PLANTS WOULD DO IN 20 YEARS! Santa, over 2,500 families have now been displaced because of this disaster and two schools have been forced to close. Think of the children! As you know, no date for stopping this leak has been identified by the company spewing this gas into our air.
Santa, that's all I want for Christmas, a state and federal State Of Emergency for this leak.

P.S., I live less than 5 miles away from the leak. Say 'hi' to Mrs. Claus!

(Infared image of the toxic gas leak.)


Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Twas The Hype Before ISIS™

(From "What Really Happened" under Fair Use)


Twas the hype before ISIS, and all through the land

Creatures were stirring, finding things to be banned

The effigies were hung from the trees with care

In hopes that Saint Fraudulent soon would be here

The children were hidden beneath their beds

While visions of beheadings bounced in their heads

And mamma with her AK and I with my Glock

Our fevered brains couldn't tell it was a bunch of crock


When out on the internet there arose such a chatter

That Homeland Security didn't see what was the matter

Yet away to the Windows I flew like a flash

Tore open the Firefox and typed with a bash

And soon on the rest of my new fallen words

The luster of paranoia a washed all the herds

When what to my wondering eyes should I see

But a Toyota truck with eight tiny jihadi

With an old driver, so lively and brawn

I knew in a moment it was Jihadi John

More rapid than rumor his soldiers they came

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name

Now Dastgir! Now, Dani! Now, Pasha and Viqaas!

On, Coman! On, Codei! On, Dorrah and Bijan!

To the top of the hill, to the top of the wall

Now Daesh away! Daesh away! Daesh away all!

And then, with a shudder, I heard in the drive

The Toyota truck motor as if it were alive

As I grabbed my head and was turning around

Down the chimney Jihadi John did bound

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot

Dressed so black one could not see ashes or soot

A bundle of bombs he had tied to his back

And he looked like a SWAT guy, with not as much tact

His eyes how they twinkled! His mission so merry!

He brandished his sword, so red like a cherry

His droll little accent was perfect for TV

He said the orange jumpsuit was 'specially for me

He was chummy and svelte, a right jolly ol' jihadi

And I laughed when I saw him, despite my Glock 23

A wink of his eye and a twist of his sword

Soon gave me to know I had a waterboard

Then spoke not a word, but worked with a calm

And filled all the stockings each with a bomb

And laying a finger on the detonator

And giving a nod, up the chimney like an accelerator!

He splooshed into the Toyota and his team gave a yell

And away they all flew like bats out of hell

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he smoked from his pipe

“Happy hoax infidel, and enjoy all the hype!”