Departing Flights
Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the drizzly, mild, clearing island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on this Thursday morning, February 23rd, 2012. I don’t know about you, but, by golly, I’m all fired up about this fascinating republican nomination process. Never before in my lifetime have I witnessed such a stretch when the majority of ‘the American People’ (credit Mitch McConnell, R-KY) want something far different than what “Mr. One Percent” would have us digest, as the ‘human’ faceless, nameless entities that call themselves multinational corporate conglomerates continue plundering the earth for it’s natural resources, for PROFIT only mind you, leaving, such as in the cases of Nigeria and Ecuador, real honest to goodness sovereign nations, including this one, poorer than when they arrived, as the people whom they took a big dump on lay in puddles of poison left over by either the FRACKin’ ‘Brothers Koch’ or their counterparts in the oil business (Exxon-Mobile, Chevron, Shell, BP), making money hand over fist, claiming, as in the XL Keystone pipeline (please Google ‘trans Canada, Alberta/Keystone XL/tar sands) from hell, that it ‘will create millions of jobs’, per that horrible Ad put together by ‘America’s oil and natural gas industries’, industries, that, like BP, destroy the wilderness and people’s lives for money, just like they destroyed an entire ecosystem for generations in the Gulf of Mexico, paying out only 6 billion from the 20 billion BP put aside to ‘clean up the Gulf’ and restore all of the tourism and fishing these poor people depend upon for their livelihoods. In typical corporate fashion, they settled and plan to give the rest of that money, 14 billion, to the U.S. Treasury Department where it will fall down a deep, dark black hole, leaving the majority of citizens in the Gulf region high and dry, save the poisonous catch they bring back from the dead zones that extend out for hundreds of miles, where no living thing can survive… Food for thought, so to speak, as these men without conscience, yet claim the mantle of God’s ear, continue their march of folly towards what will never, ever be their residence, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Have a nice day, keeping in mind what John Lennon said so many moons ago, “…time wounds all heals.” an author’s note: “Taking Fog to Nantucket” will be available on this website in Epub format, as well as on Smash words, Barnes and Noble, Amazon, etcetera, with hard covers available very soon, a book that speaks to a real journey, an odyssey to be sure, taking one all over this great land of ours, and indeed the world, addressing alcohol, corporate ‘relocating’, personal responsibility and brutal police behavior. A true story that began on the boat, ‘The Grey Lady’, you see above you, a boat that took this reporter, then an insurance executive/consultant (once employed by Marsh and Mclennan, Aon, Johnson and Higgins, Prudential, well you will get the picture), over to that fabled island of Nantucket way back in 2003, to meet his fate, a fate he did not know at the time, as he was assaulted by a Nantucket Police Officer who literally came within inches of taking his life, as he (Michael Mosier) was slam dunked (face first, nothing to break the fall, into the cobblestones of India street), according to two women witnesses only twenty feet away at the then ‘Atlantic Cafe’, resulting in a severe form of PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder, severe delayed onset, to which I dedicate an entire chapter to, hopefully giving insight for any veteran, or anyone else for that matter, as to what PTSD is, how it can be treated and offering the HOPE ‘that things do get better’, offering that HOPE when before, at least for this cowboy, there was none at all–for anyone who may have gotten the short end of the stick in these past ten or so years, this book is for you. PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M
