Thursday, November 26, 2009
Couldn't be a better day for Thanksgiving this year here in the Heart of Texas with my Son's family, who took off for the other Gramma's house last nite, and I've got the place alone with my four-legged family, which has been blessed with increase since I moved in with LavendarLil, and WilliamBandito, and CalicoBrunswick. Have aquired step-dogs (Jack and Jill Shitzu!)who were desperate for a little quiet time with Granny Sage's aminals(sp)...Have a Happy Holiday, and Blessed Be, Sage
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
First posted on Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Timeline 9.11
We are all way past critical mass
and the shared visceral quiver
is inspired by movement
across this paradigm's limits
into the new age,a millenium of peace.
Are we all a bunch of lemmings
who follow demented leaders
into the abyss? or
Will we listen to the voice
of Great Buffalo Spirit
and turn the herd?
We are Doomsday Generation.
It's up to us to change
the course of history
or there will be no future.
Timeline 9.11
We are all way past critical mass
and the shared visceral quiver
is inspired by movement
across this paradigm's limits
into the new age,a millenium of peace.
Are we all a bunch of lemmings
who follow demented leaders
into the abyss? or
Will we listen to the voice
of Great Buffalo Spirit
and turn the herd?
We are Doomsday Generation.
It's up to us to change
the course of history
or there will be no future.
Friday, September 11, 2009
9.11.01 in California's Humboldt Nation
Eight years ago, my V-dub was impounded for expired tags,
and Emily RedWood, my RottXwolf/shepard, and I, were camping
in the Garberville Cemetery, where we woke up when the sun rose
over the local mountain at about 8AM, and the first thing I'd do before getting up to pee on a tombstone, was clicking on my little radio tuned to the local Community Radio station, KMUD.
September 11th was the day I heard that New York was under attack, and I couldn't believe it until I stashed my bedroll and hot-footed it 2 blocks to the closest toilet at the Main Street Bar for morning coffee and wide-screen TV, where I saw New Yorkers evacuating the Island on foot across the bridges like shell-shocked refugees, stricken and resigned, masses of workers going home to meet up with their families, and watch the collapse of their world, and be thankful it wasn't a nuclear meltdown.
I've always loved my stoic Yew Norkers, and still do.
Seer/AccuzeSage
Witch of Westcott Nation
SaladDays,1980-1990
Eight years ago, my V-dub was impounded for expired tags,
and Emily RedWood, my RottXwolf/shepard, and I, were camping
in the Garberville Cemetery, where we woke up when the sun rose
over the local mountain at about 8AM, and the first thing I'd do before getting up to pee on a tombstone, was clicking on my little radio tuned to the local Community Radio station, KMUD.
September 11th was the day I heard that New York was under attack, and I couldn't believe it until I stashed my bedroll and hot-footed it 2 blocks to the closest toilet at the Main Street Bar for morning coffee and wide-screen TV, where I saw New Yorkers evacuating the Island on foot across the bridges like shell-shocked refugees, stricken and resigned, masses of workers going home to meet up with their families, and watch the collapse of their world, and be thankful it wasn't a nuclear meltdown.
I've always loved my stoic Yew Norkers, and still do.
Seer/AccuzeSage
Witch of Westcott Nation
SaladDays,1980-1990
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Californian Summer-of-Lover's Autobiographical Confessions
as submitted to Classmates.com/MarianCatholicHighSchool,
Class of'67.
I married Clyde two weeks after graduation in June '67, had two kids in Coronado, moved to Pennsylvania in '72, and joined the feminist movement. While I was a board member at the local YWCA, I also held offices in the local N.O.W. chapter,and the Pa.NOW State Board, and was Chair of the SW Pa. Council of NOW Chapters until '79. During this decade I educated myself by auditing courses at the University of Pittsburgh, and various State Campuses, as a non-matriculated Poly Sci/Comparative Religion major, and helped develop their early Women's Studies programs, under the tutelage of Eleanor Smeal, of the Feminist Majority Foundation, in Wash.D.C.
By the early '80's, I had left the kids safely tucked in their secure hometown with their father, the better parent, to do what I could to change the World, and get the E.R.A. ratified. I landed in Syracuse, N.Y., and promptly joined up with the Human Rights Community to work on getting the University to divest its stock portfolios of its South African interests in apartheid.
I made a living as a nursing assistant in old folk's homes, and provided harbour for the starving artists and musicians and poets who were my friends, and cohorts in guerrilla theater. We were street people before street people were called homeless.
I moved to Ithaca for a while, and haunted the Cornel Campus, and was fortunate enough to actually attend lectures given by Carl Sagan, hang out with cosmic composers, and hob-nob at the soup kitchen with poor intellectuals, because my minimum wage job at the nursing home did NOT cover the food budget in a college town with high rents.
I moved back to the 'Cuze just in time to see Apartheid, as well as the Berlin Wall fall, to take my last job at a big city nursing home...from which I was FIRED for union organizing, and blacklisted...couldn't get another job, so I left N.Y. to join the Rainbow Family of Hipis and Deadheads at the ripe old age of 40.
My first gathering was at Trumansburg, just south of Ithaka, and from there we went to Woodstock for the 21st Anniversary "coming-of-age-party", then to the West Virginia Mountains, and then to Colorado's Grand Lake Gathering, which everybody left early because it was sooo cold! Since I was so close to my parents who had retired to Yuma, I hitched a ride down to see them for the first time in 20 years. Needless to say, they were horrified that I had "gone native" and they pretty much finalized our relationship.
I limped back to Seer/accuse, went to truck-driving school and actually graduated!! and hit the road again looking for a REAL JOB. I rode and drove shotgun all the way back to the West Coast, dropped in on my bomber-mechanic son at Castle Air Force base, and then went to the Puget Sound to see my old Grandmother, who bought me a V-dub transporter and a dog, because she didn't want to see me driving big rigs. The only job I ever found driving was with a carnival, and that didn't last two months. Gramma only lasted one month before she died of stomach cancer no one knew she had, but at least I got to spend some quality time with her.
The Volkswagon pretty much trapped me into living the life of an asthetic, and I drove that thing up and down the coast for 8 years, looking for a job, a home, a level campsite. I spent a couple of years in Quartzsite, Arizona, a couple of years in Southern Oregon, three years in Legendary Humboldt County until I broke an ankle working as a hand on a goat farm, and came down with Lyme's disease from tick bite, which severely aggravated three kinds of arthritis in my 50 year old joints.
Thank goodness that Uncle Sam finally came thru with a nut check so that I could retire to this dry desert town that comes equipt with hot springs. Now I'm sitting pretty, happy that I'm no longer on the front lines of the Californicated Class Wars, but indulging my paranoid tendancies by hiding in broad daylight from a government which does not represent me. I wonder if "they" are reading this BIO
as submitted to Classmates.com/MarianCatholicHighSchool,
Class of'67.
I married Clyde two weeks after graduation in June '67, had two kids in Coronado, moved to Pennsylvania in '72, and joined the feminist movement. While I was a board member at the local YWCA, I also held offices in the local N.O.W. chapter,and the Pa.NOW State Board, and was Chair of the SW Pa. Council of NOW Chapters until '79. During this decade I educated myself by auditing courses at the University of Pittsburgh, and various State Campuses, as a non-matriculated Poly Sci/Comparative Religion major, and helped develop their early Women's Studies programs, under the tutelage of Eleanor Smeal, of the Feminist Majority Foundation, in Wash.D.C.
By the early '80's, I had left the kids safely tucked in their secure hometown with their father, the better parent, to do what I could to change the World, and get the E.R.A. ratified. I landed in Syracuse, N.Y., and promptly joined up with the Human Rights Community to work on getting the University to divest its stock portfolios of its South African interests in apartheid.
I made a living as a nursing assistant in old folk's homes, and provided harbour for the starving artists and musicians and poets who were my friends, and cohorts in guerrilla theater. We were street people before street people were called homeless.
I moved to Ithaca for a while, and haunted the Cornel Campus, and was fortunate enough to actually attend lectures given by Carl Sagan, hang out with cosmic composers, and hob-nob at the soup kitchen with poor intellectuals, because my minimum wage job at the nursing home did NOT cover the food budget in a college town with high rents.
I moved back to the 'Cuze just in time to see Apartheid, as well as the Berlin Wall fall, to take my last job at a big city nursing home...from which I was FIRED for union organizing, and blacklisted...couldn't get another job, so I left N.Y. to join the Rainbow Family of Hipis and Deadheads at the ripe old age of 40.
My first gathering was at Trumansburg, just south of Ithaka, and from there we went to Woodstock for the 21st Anniversary "coming-of-age-party", then to the West Virginia Mountains, and then to Colorado's Grand Lake Gathering, which everybody left early because it was sooo cold! Since I was so close to my parents who had retired to Yuma, I hitched a ride down to see them for the first time in 20 years. Needless to say, they were horrified that I had "gone native" and they pretty much finalized our relationship.
I limped back to Seer/accuse, went to truck-driving school and actually graduated!! and hit the road again looking for a REAL JOB. I rode and drove shotgun all the way back to the West Coast, dropped in on my bomber-mechanic son at Castle Air Force base, and then went to the Puget Sound to see my old Grandmother, who bought me a V-dub transporter and a dog, because she didn't want to see me driving big rigs. The only job I ever found driving was with a carnival, and that didn't last two months. Gramma only lasted one month before she died of stomach cancer no one knew she had, but at least I got to spend some quality time with her.
The Volkswagon pretty much trapped me into living the life of an asthetic, and I drove that thing up and down the coast for 8 years, looking for a job, a home, a level campsite. I spent a couple of years in Quartzsite, Arizona, a couple of years in Southern Oregon, three years in Legendary Humboldt County until I broke an ankle working as a hand on a goat farm, and came down with Lyme's disease from tick bite, which severely aggravated three kinds of arthritis in my 50 year old joints.
Thank goodness that Uncle Sam finally came thru with a nut check so that I could retire to this dry desert town that comes equipt with hot springs. Now I'm sitting pretty, happy that I'm no longer on the front lines of the Californicated Class Wars, but indulging my paranoid tendancies by hiding in broad daylight from a government which does not represent me. I wonder if "they" are reading this BIO
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sir Teddy/Knight of the Holy Grail
has been received at the
Pearly Gates of Castle Chariot
beyond the Mists of Avalon,
to party in crop circles
and play with the light's phantazm,
for a few more new generations of Faerie.
People of the World:
PREPARE for Tsunami of PEACE
JOIN THE GROUNDSWELL
TEDDY IS AT THE RUDDER
has been received at the
Pearly Gates of Castle Chariot
beyond the Mists of Avalon,
to party in crop circles
and play with the light's phantazm,
for a few more new generations of Faerie.
People of the World:
PREPARE for Tsunami of PEACE
JOIN THE GROUNDSWELL
TEDDY IS AT THE RUDDER
Friday, August 21, 2009
Biggest Problem: over-population
"too many lemmings,
devastate their environment
before they jump over the cliff"
extrapolation:
7 billions by 2011
exhaling CO2 and
farting methane like cattle.
longevity has become over-rated
if it means being tortured to death
with surgeries and chemo, fighting cancer.
good, old-fashioned aspirin still works for me.
"too many lemmings,
devastate their environment
before they jump over the cliff"
extrapolation:
7 billions by 2011
exhaling CO2 and
farting methane like cattle.
longevity has become over-rated
if it means being tortured to death
with surgeries and chemo, fighting cancer.
good, old-fashioned aspirin still works for me.
Necrotic Insurance Wars
Even fallen-away Catholics
listen to their Consciences
better than do Protestants.
The Sage say,
"Everyone in the Halls of Our Democratic Republic
should vote to pass the HeathCare Reform Bills
so the KOOKS amongst Us can get affordable,
judiciously mandated Mental Health Care Services,
ie: belligerant, cud-chewing, black militia men
with big-time automatic weaponry,
should be shot with a tranquilizer gun,
(NOT a taser since his finger could be on the trigger),
and fitted with a straightjacket, and hauled off to some Cooler,
for the rest of Us Citizens and Our Public Safety."
Even fallen-away Catholics
listen to their Consciences
better than do Protestants.
The Sage say,
"Everyone in the Halls of Our Democratic Republic
should vote to pass the HeathCare Reform Bills
so the KOOKS amongst Us can get affordable,
judiciously mandated Mental Health Care Services,
ie: belligerant, cud-chewing, black militia men
with big-time automatic weaponry,
should be shot with a tranquilizer gun,
(NOT a taser since his finger could be on the trigger),
and fitted with a straightjacket, and hauled off to some Cooler,
for the rest of Us Citizens and Our Public Safety."
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Letter from DaddyDon7/8/09
Dear Sage,
Got your(Father's Day)note at Dan's on 4th of July.
I was pleased to see that it was direct and without rancor. I hope it indicates a softening of your opinion of me and a mellowing of your militant attidude in general.
For several months, I have been considering writing to you but, I had no desire to get into a confrontational correspondence at this late date.
If you have turned down the flame of your "Burner" to "Low" or "Pilot" and would care to start corresponding, use the enclosed envelope.
If you want nothing to do with me, just seal the(empty) envelope and drop it in the mail.
Respectfully, "Hd." aka Dad
Dear Sage,
Got your(Father's Day)note at Dan's on 4th of July.
I was pleased to see that it was direct and without rancor. I hope it indicates a softening of your opinion of me and a mellowing of your militant attidude in general.
For several months, I have been considering writing to you but, I had no desire to get into a confrontational correspondence at this late date.
If you have turned down the flame of your "Burner" to "Low" or "Pilot" and would care to start corresponding, use the enclosed envelope.
If you want nothing to do with me, just seal the(empty) envelope and drop it in the mail.
Respectfully, "Hd." aka Dad
Friday, July 17, 2009
Hi Don, Are you aware that TecopaStation on the Old Spanish Trail, is directly under the hypotenuse between Edwards AFB and Area 51, near the bottom of Yucca Mountain's Watershed?
I'm not worried that I'm gonna be here in 20 years when the radioactivy starts to show up in the hot springs.
discussion? next question: wanna know what I want on my Tombstone on top of my ashes, when I'm gone? What are you gonna have on yours, HMMM?
SteelCitySageXSojourner
Woman of an Age fired by her Anger
Woman of a Rage tempered by her Love.
luv and sweet peasce, Sage
I'm not worried that I'm gonna be here in 20 years when the radioactivy starts to show up in the hot springs.
discussion? next question: wanna know what I want on my Tombstone on top of my ashes, when I'm gone? What are you gonna have on yours, HMMM?
SteelCitySageXSojourner
Woman of an Age fired by her Anger
Woman of a Rage tempered by her Love.
luv and sweet peasce, Sage
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Feminist Polemics: re Alaskan Politics 2010
whaddya wanna bet?? that Sarah runs for the Senate,
and Alaskans vote to get her outta the State,
thereby inflicting
the known rabid, right-wing, rabble-rouser onto the DC Crowd,
to stampede Republicans thru barbed-wire towards
the greener grass in more democratic pastures??
heh heh heh
Alaskans have always been way-WildWestern radical activists, dontcha know??
Almost, just like the SovereigntyAnarchists in Vermont
and all the way to RedWood Country.
whaddya wanna bet?? that Sarah runs for the Senate,
and Alaskans vote to get her outta the State,
thereby inflicting
the known rabid, right-wing, rabble-rouser onto the DC Crowd,
to stampede Republicans thru barbed-wire towards
the greener grass in more democratic pastures??
heh heh heh
Alaskans have always been way-WildWestern radical activists, dontcha know??
Almost, just like the SovereigntyAnarchists in Vermont
and all the way to RedWood Country.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Re: Justice Sonia was immediately endorsed by N.O.W.
so, I think they may know something about her stance on Choice.
I do know that a lot of ambitious and poor Catholic Women
have always had to make their own tough choices.
so, I think they may know something about her stance on Choice.
I do know that a lot of ambitious and poor Catholic Women
have always had to make their own tough choices.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Slicing the baloney more thinly:
Pelosi must be Celibate if she's never needed an abortion.
Nancy has always looked to me like a vacuous, doe-eyed, Bushie Democrat, devoted to accomodating 'the Man'-type of capitalistic politics.
Just watch her face behind and next to the Executive Presense at State of the Union addresses, or any Prezidental speech to Congress. She looks, and acts, and talks like she's thoroughly COWED, afraid of being back-handed by the VEEP, or of starting a brawl, or of being called names.
Between you and me, and the bedpost, I think she's been paid, or threatened to suspend good judgement. Has she sold her Conscience to get to, and stay where she is?
My ONLY hope for her is that being from California, she MIGHT YET start pounding and throwing her Gavel, before she allows anyone to continue blindfolding Justice.
Pelosi must be Celibate if she's never needed an abortion.
Nancy has always looked to me like a vacuous, doe-eyed, Bushie Democrat, devoted to accomodating 'the Man'-type of capitalistic politics.
Just watch her face behind and next to the Executive Presense at State of the Union addresses, or any Prezidental speech to Congress. She looks, and acts, and talks like she's thoroughly COWED, afraid of being back-handed by the VEEP, or of starting a brawl, or of being called names.
Between you and me, and the bedpost, I think she's been paid, or threatened to suspend good judgement. Has she sold her Conscience to get to, and stay where she is?
My ONLY hope for her is that being from California, she MIGHT YET start pounding and throwing her Gavel, before she allows anyone to continue blindfolding Justice.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
IlanaDurga'sSong, c.2009
deleted by pub. as too immature
substitution amendments:
'70s Love Songs for IllAnaDurga/BragArt
in retrobution for being such a
YewNorking psyche-sucker!
EUPHORIA
by Kris Williams(KaliMorganaSage), circa.November1976
I have been lost in the Mists of the Moon
And rattled by the cries of Cicadae.
The love of the Sun has warmed my bones
And the Prairie Winds have billowed my Mind.
I have been witness to the life cycle of a Dandelion
And wallowed in a tempest of Autumn leaves.
I’ve smell the Dust of Ages, and of Mushrooms,
Felt the pleasure of a Snowflake’s kiss,
Crackled in the Light of a brittle Winter Dawn.
I have shared in the Bounty of the Love of my Sisters,
and through these I know You.
You have plucked at the soul-strings
attached to my Nature, Mother.
Gray’s Blues, circa. Nov.1976
Atmosphere evaporates in Your absence
And I am left to breathe a vacuum.
Gravity, Come home!
Mother’s Reminiscence, Aug 1977
Naked and storm-drenched
Plastered to the steaming blacktop
In the wake of summer thunder,
My Children wallow in their Youth
And gather insights by facemasking mud puddles.
deleted by pub. as too immature
substitution amendments:
'70s Love Songs for IllAnaDurga/BragArt
in retrobution for being such a
YewNorking psyche-sucker!
EUPHORIA
by Kris Williams(KaliMorganaSage), circa.November1976
I have been lost in the Mists of the Moon
And rattled by the cries of Cicadae.
The love of the Sun has warmed my bones
And the Prairie Winds have billowed my Mind.
I have been witness to the life cycle of a Dandelion
And wallowed in a tempest of Autumn leaves.
I’ve smell the Dust of Ages, and of Mushrooms,
Felt the pleasure of a Snowflake’s kiss,
Crackled in the Light of a brittle Winter Dawn.
I have shared in the Bounty of the Love of my Sisters,
and through these I know You.
You have plucked at the soul-strings
attached to my Nature, Mother.
Gray’s Blues, circa. Nov.1976
Atmosphere evaporates in Your absence
And I am left to breathe a vacuum.
Gravity, Come home!
Mother’s Reminiscence, Aug 1977
Naked and storm-drenched
Plastered to the steaming blacktop
In the wake of summer thunder,
My Children wallow in their Youth
And gather insights by facemasking mud puddles.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Mother's Day Proclamation
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: "Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace,
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God.
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And at the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.
Written by Julia Ward Howe in 1870
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: "Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace,
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God.
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And at the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.
Written by Julia Ward Howe in 1870
Monday, March 02, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
GhostWriter's Add Ice Column, by GrannySage
Today's FREE Answer
to solve a problem in the World.....
Isreal should declare a temporary ceasefire to open the border and organize an Exodus of civilian Palestinian Refugees to their Own State Capital of East Jerusalem, as rightful custodians of Their ancient culture.
Then, bomb the hell out of Hamas in Gaza, and collapse the gun-running tunnels from Egypt with bunker-busters!!!
WHY NOT?
Today's FREE Answer
to solve a problem in the World.....
Isreal should declare a temporary ceasefire to open the border and organize an Exodus of civilian Palestinian Refugees to their Own State Capital of East Jerusalem, as rightful custodians of Their ancient culture.
Then, bomb the hell out of Hamas in Gaza, and collapse the gun-running tunnels from Egypt with bunker-busters!!!
WHY NOT?
Happy New Year'09 Agenda
1. Make list.
2. publish today's memo
3. submit haiku outline of ClassActCredentials.
ClassActCredentials of KaliMorganaSageXSojourner
I was a professional Sojourner of the FreeAmazonGuild
for 10 yrs. in WestcottNation and on the Eastern Seaboard, 10 years in WoodstockNation as Feminist Thesbian Anarchist (with great tits, thighs and ass),
and almost 10 years as Queen of Hipi Road, driving a V-dub, in pursuit of Happyness, Truth, and Daring,
as "HouseWitch 4 Hire".
Presently, holding down the WinterFort at BlackDog Junction, and wearing myself out by sundown, with NeighborHoodWatch, (in a town with two-legged rattlesnakes who defy hibernation), and Holding Fast to a survivalist dream of birthing a People's Solar Power Co-op, WindFarm, and DesertGreenHouse/OffGridCommunity.
1. Make list.
2. publish today's memo
3. submit haiku outline of ClassActCredentials.
ClassActCredentials of KaliMorganaSageXSojourner
I was a professional Sojourner of the FreeAmazonGuild
for 10 yrs. in WestcottNation and on the Eastern Seaboard, 10 years in WoodstockNation as Feminist Thesbian Anarchist (with great tits, thighs and ass),
and almost 10 years as Queen of Hipi Road, driving a V-dub, in pursuit of Happyness, Truth, and Daring,
as "HouseWitch 4 Hire".
Presently, holding down the WinterFort at BlackDog Junction, and wearing myself out by sundown, with NeighborHoodWatch, (in a town with two-legged rattlesnakes who defy hibernation), and Holding Fast to a survivalist dream of birthing a People's Solar Power Co-op, WindFarm, and DesertGreenHouse/OffGridCommunity.
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