fairly regular postings at this location...
It seems my best course of action, at the present moment, is your basic name-dropping for fun and profit.
Let's start with my all time favorite Media Planting event...the one which should push this over the top.
If it works, Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist sits down with Algore, Richard Branson, and Ted Turner...to discuss The Global Crisis...live...via webcam...utilizing the media clout of the participants to get some attention.
Don't click the link yet...read below for a line, or two.
The fellow mentioned is Peter A. Bahouth.
Peter was head of Greenpeace, and Director of The Turner Foundation...yet, even the Earthiest types knew little, if anything about him...until the above appeared...very recently...he's re-inventing himself.
Check out the link...interview is down the page a little...and click back to here.
With that in mind...
Ted Turner and Jane Fonda presented The World Peace Writing Competition several years ago...offering a prize of $25,000, receiving 10,000 entries, and deciding there was no winner.
I have never been able to get an answer to 'where are the entries?'.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I didn't get it together in time to meet the deadline, and enter officially...but, I did submit "This Just Came...an American Hobo's Papers"...my adventure in self-publishing, to The Turner Foundation...96/97...way late, but on the record, via good ol' Peter A. Bahouth...who comments, '...great book, Steve'...but never another response.
I recently followed his trail of crumbs to an Art Gallery, where he shows his stereoptic pics...I think that's correct...pics taken with an antique stereoptic camera, eh?
So, in the truest American Way, I'm going to the public, claiming that Bahouth's current drop-out, explore new avenues, etc. phase is the direct result of his absorbing the material contained in "TJC".
Find stuff of Pete's from his Greenpeace/Turner Foundation days. Compare it to today's Rap.
I'll do the same.
I can't reproduce "TJC" on this Blog, but, if necessary, can find key elements, and show the genesis.
In a nutshell, I claim to have presented Pete with several keys to World Peace, and he, like his mentors, The Mouth of the South, and Barbarella, just took it for his own.
I have absolutely nothing against Pete, his mentors, or anyone else, for that matter.
It just continues to amaze me how people in power are so often capable of doing such ridiculous things...and I can't resist presenting them opportunities to display their prowess.
Check this out. It's true.
I'll stay on it by referring the Art Gallery back here. I've done it before, to no end. Let's see if this gadget is working properly this time.
stay tuned...Media Planting Rules...this is only the beginning...
Here's a little something Pete and his Buddies have all had access to since 96/97.
Note...I just discovered from reading about 'the new Bahouth', that his Buddie List includes devout Enviro Mentalist Woody Harrelson...name-dropping seems to be fashionable here in the world of Ecobabble.
Nature...excerpt from "TJC"
Nature is represented here as a young sapling, in a primeval forest...Willow, or Aspen...quaking in a gentle breeze, slender, supple, green, and bent to make a snare.
Along comes a rabbit.
Nature and Mankind co-operate. Mankind survives.
The Human who made the snare, to catch the rabbit, to feed his family, is hungry again. The kids are screaming. His mate is in a fury.
This Human goes to the same tree over and over again. Soon, his scent pervades the area. His snare works once in a while. He catches hedgehogs and water rats.
The snare turns up empty every time. His family despises the hunter.
But, he never thinks to move to a new tree.
Nature has become his enemy. He bends and bends the sapling, angrily wrestling with his snare.
One day...as he struggles with the no longer so sapling, sapling, his foot becomes entangled in the snare.
The sapling is now a strong young tree...a snapling.
The persistent, but not too clever Human hung by his ankles for three days, until the vines he had used for his snare rotted and broke.
He fell on his head.
Starving, semi-conscious, barely sentient, and ever more intolerant of nature's ways, he spent the next two days crawling back to his cave.
There, his starving wife and children attempted to nurse him back to health.
He was their only hope for survival.
I don't know if those humans survived. But, I think they did.
I think they proliferated.
I think their progeny exist to this day.