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Following-up: Shackleton, the “Man from UNCLE” and Hillsborough Disaster

A follow-up to essays I have previously written about – the explorer Ernest Shackleton, the upcoming “Man from UNCLE” movie, and the inquest into England’s “Hillsborough Disaster”, after the jump …..

Although I featured the story of Anglo-Irish explorer Ernest Shackleton – there have been some recent developments, one hundred years after he set-out on his ill-fated journey to cross the Antarctic, yet which resulted in one of the most heroic rescues of the 20th Century.

If you are unfamiliar with this story, at this link is my original essay.

This piece of history was concisely (and with wonderful photos) recounted in a book by Caroline Alexander whose title was Endurance – the name of the mission’™s ship.

To recap: after Roald Amundsen led the first successful trip to the South Pole, Shackleton settled upon a 1914 mission – to trek across the entire Antarctic continent. This failed, as his ship never reached the continent’s shores (due to an intense ice pack) – but is now considered the most heroic of all, as he rescued all of the lives aboard his ship, despite being utterly alone (and without radio contact) for two years. This advertisement for the mission below is almost certainly apocryphal – no trace of a copy has ever been found in any archive – and yet if it had been placed … it would not have been inaccurate.

Now, an update.

Improbably, a romantic musical has now been produced on the life of Ernest Shackleton. Pacific Northwest composer-musicians Valerie Vigoda and Brendan Milburn saw a major exhibit about him, and with Broadway writer Joe DiPietro (“Memphis”) and noted director Lisa Peterson (“Pullman Porter Blues”) have put together a quirky musical entitled Ernest Shackleton Loves Me – with the line that it is better “to be poor and inspired rather than rich and tired”. If this ever made its way East … I’d love to see it.

In Scotland, the campaign to award a posthumous Polar Medal to a key member of Shackleton’™s crew continues. Henry McNish was the ship’™s carpenter, earning the occupational nickname ‘Chippy’™ – often given to shipwrights on wooden vessels. He was irascible, but excellent at his craft – and I have a fondness for such a gruff man who nonetheless brought along his gray tabby, named Mrs. Chippy (although being a male cat) since he was like a wife to him.

In fact, a statue of Mrs. Chippy was placed on the gravesite of McNish (in his adopted New Zealand) just a few years ago (photo below right).

Of his (twenty-seven) crewmembers, Shackleton recommended all but four to receive Polar Medals in recognition of their service – and one was McNish, who questioned Shackleton’™s authority at a particularly tense moment of the mission. Still, it was McNish who made seaworthy one of the ship’™s three lifeboats -“ the James Caird -“ which incredibly survived a harrowing 800-mile journey across rough seas which resulted in the rescue of all of the crewmembers safely.

In short: it was McNish’™s work (along with luck) that enabled the rescue to take place. Yet authorities in Britain have long been hesitant to award a Polar Medal -“ even long posthumously -“ to McNish and the others, believing that Shackleton’™s wishes ought to be respected.  

Perhaps the case of Alan Turing may offer some hope. The hero whose work helped Britain survive WW-II was nonetheless buried with a criminal conviction for homosexuality on his record – and it was only due to the dogged efforts of many people that he only recently received a pardon from the Queen. Here is hoping that spirit will win a Polar Medal for Henry McNish – it ha™s been one hundred years, after all.

   

Lastly, the escape from the shipwreck on Elephant Island (off the coast of Antarctica) ended many of his crew’™s desire to strike-out on dangerous missions – but not Shackleton. A few years later, he returned to South Georgia Island (on a mission to help clear his debts) before he died in January, 1922 of a heart attack … while in a cabin on a Norwegian schooner-rigged steamship (named “Quest”).  The Quest worked as a minesweeper during the second World War, and eventually sank during a seal hunt off the coast of Labrador in 1962.

However, before it went out to sea that final time: the cabin was removed and placed on a farm (above the Arctic Circle) in northern Norway. And now, that cabin (photo right) may now be coming to Shackleton’s birthplace in Kildare, Ireland.

   


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A few years back (in 2010) I recounted the story of one of my favorite childhood TV shows.

It was entitled The Man from UNCLE Affair -“ since each of the show’™s episode titles ended with the word ‘Affair’. It went off the air in 1968 and -“ apart from a reunion movie entitled The Fifteen Years Later Affair in 1983 -“ nothing further from the series had resulted.

It starred Robert Vaughn (as Napoleon Solo) and David McCallum (as Ilya Kuryakin) in the lead roles, and both are still working actors today. Robert Vaughn (photo left) is the only surviving member of the seven actors who comprised The Magnificent Seven and in recent years has appeared on British television. David McCallum today has the role of Dr. Donald “Ducky” Mallard in the long-running series NCIS.



   

I followed-up my initial account with a 2011 follow-up when efforts seemed to be finally underway to produce a feature film of the show. And even those UNCLE fans (on a ListServe I subscribe to) who are wary of any sort of new offering – who feel it will despoil the original show -“ seemed pleased with the choice of Steven Soderbergh as the prospective film’™s director. Yet after several missteps – including the choice to cast George Clooney as Napoleon Solo, who was really too old for the role – Soderbergh left the project, due to disagreements over the budget and other issues. And thus the project seemed doomed.

Now, an update.

After the departure of Steven Soderbergh from the seemingly ill-fated project, Guy Ritchie – Madonna’™s ex-husband – took it over … and he has made it happen.

He cast the British actor Henry Cavill €- who starred in the superman film Man of Steel last year -“ as Napoleon Solo. The other lead went to Armie Hammer -“ who starred as The Lone Ranger from last year, and as Clyde Tolson in the film J. Edgar from 2011 -“ as Ilya Kuryakin.

Filming has been completed, with UNCLE fans pleased at reports of how meticulous the film crew was -“ since the film is set in the 1960’™s (as was the TV show) – about re-creating scenes that reflected the times.

Warner Brothers has set a release date of next January (over the Martin Luther King Day weekend) for its release. Thus, just over fifty years after the TV show’™s premier, it will be brought to the big screen.

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In late 2011, I gave the account of a 1989 soccer match in England (and its aftermath) as it existed at that time. In what has been described as “the darkest day in British football history”, the Hillsborough Disaster -“ the death of 96 fans of the noted Liverpool team, who were crushed to death at a match held at the neutral site of Hillsborough Stadium in Sheffield, England -“ has remained in the news ever since.

If you are unfamiliar with this event, please read at this link my original account -“ suffice it to say, what made a tragic day even more tragic were the actions of your-friend-and-mine, Rupert Murdoch – and his Sun newspaper, which blamed the disaster on unruly fan behavior leading to the crush -“ and also afterwards, where they claimed fans disrupted police and rescue crews, urinating on (and picking the pockets) of the dead.

By late 2011, events had already unfolded as to what had really happened – with poor decisions made by the police as what led to the crash, with two officers placed on trial for the disaster (with one acquittal and one deadlocked jury). It took awhile for the truth to begin to emerge, as the police engaged in a cover-up that was forcefully assisted by The Sun. As one commenter in my prior account noted, circulation for The Sun – to this day -“ has always lagged in the greater Liverpool region, dating back to this event. And prime minister David Cameron pledged to release the Thatcher government€’s files on this by summer 2012.

Now, an update – twenty-five years (this month) after the disaster.

In the autumn of 2012, an independent commission (headed by the Bishop of Liverpool) issued a nearly 400-page report – more complete than the original inquest, as it had access to previously unseen documents that the British government unsealed – which truly described the chain of events that led to the disaster. The original inquest described the deaths to have been accidental – effectively exculpating the police. The victims’ families have always challenged the original inquest, which concluded all the victims were dead or brain dead 15 minutes after the game had kicked off – this new report estimated that 41 of the 96 dead might have survived with treatment (though unable to say how many would have survived).

Shortly thereafter, prime minister David Cameron addressed Parliament and offered an official apology into how the entire matter was handled. He referred to it as a double injustice – how police actions led to the disaster, and how a cover-up tried (unsuccessfully) to shift blame to the Liverpool fans.

More recently, an Independent Police Complaints Commission revealed that 13 serving or former police officers have been identified as suspects in the ongoing investigation, 11 of whom have already been interviewed relating to a range of offenses including manslaughter, misconduct in a public office and obstructing justice.

On April 15th, the twenty-fifth anniversary of the tragedy: a memorial service was held at Liverpool’s Anfield stadium. And to demonstrate how disaster changes everything: Liverpool’s cross-town arch rivals (Everton) decided to simulcast that service … in its own stadium, with free admission to anyone who walked in (and presumably unable to attend at Anfield). Think of Yankees-Mets, Dodgers-Angels or Cubs-White Sox … except even more intense.

And this was not the first time: after the explosive September 2012 report mentioned above, Everton paid tribute to their rivals at a home game against Newcastle. Traditionally, the teams are led onto the field by children (known as mascots) before the match.

Here, the two children are dressed in the uniforms of cross-town rivals Everton (blue) and Liverpool (red) …. with the number 96 to note the number of people who perished.

Let’s close with a song written by Piero Piccioni – a film composer and the first Italian to lead a jazz group ever broadcast over the radio. He wrote the theme song to the film Light at the Edge of the World – based upon a Jules Verne novel – and this tune has a somewhat elegiac quality to it. So much so that I’d like to have this version below – by the tenor saxophonist Pharoah Sanders – performed at my funeral.


Weekly Address: President Obama – Update on this Year of Action – UPDATED with WHCD Video

The President’s Weekly Address post is also the Weekend Open News Thread. Feel free to share other news stories in the comments.

 

From the White HouseWeekly Address

In this week’s address, the President provided an update on the work his Administration has done to strengthen the economy and expand opportunity for hardworking Americans in this Year of Action. While Republicans in Congress are setting records in obstruction, the President is making progress for the American people and has taken more than 20 executive actions since January.

The President vowed to continue taking action on his own wherever possible, but underscored that much more progress could be made if Republicans in Congress were less interested in stacking the deck in favor of those at the top, and more interested in expanding opportunity for all.

Transcript: Weekly Address: The President’s Year of Action

Hi, everybody.  My number one priority as President is doing whatever I can to create more jobs and opportunity for hardworking families.  And yesterday, we learned that businesses added 273,000 jobs last month.  All told, our businesses have now created 9.2 million new jobs over 50 consecutive months of job growth.

But we need to keep going – to create more good jobs, and give middle-class families a sense of security.  And I want to work with Congress to do it.

But so far this year, Republicans in Congress have blocked or voted down every serious idea to create jobs and strengthen the middle class.  They’ve said “no” to raising the minimum wage, “no” to equal pay for equal work, and “no” to restoring the unemployment insurance they let expire for more than two million Americans looking for a new job.

That’s not what we need right now.  Not when there are still too many folks out of work and too many families working harder than ever just to get by.

That’s why, in my State of the Union Address, I said that in this Year of Action, whenever I can act on my own to create jobs and expand opportunity for more Americans, I will.  And since January, I’ve taken more than 20 executive actions to do just that.

I acted to raise more workers’ wages by requiring that workers on new federal contracts earn a fair wage of at least $10.10 an hour – and as long as Republicans in Congress refuse to act, I’ll keep working with cities, states, and businesses to give more Americans a raise.  I acted to encourage more pay transparency and strengthen enforcement of equal pay laws, so that more women have the tools they need to earn fair pay.  And I’m modernizing regulations to make sure that more Americans who work overtime get the pay that they’ve earned.  I’ve launched new hubs to help attract more high-tech manufacturing jobs to America – and ordered a reform of job training programs to make sure more Americans can earn the skills that employers need right now.  I’ve brought together business leaders to help us connect more classrooms to high-speed internet, and give more of the long-term unemployed a better shot at finding a job.

Each of these steps will make a difference.  You can check out the full list at whitehouse.gov.

But we could do a lot more if Republicans in Congress were less interested in stacking the deck in favor of those at the top, and more interested in growing the economy for everybody.  They’ve now voted more than 50 times to take apart the Affordable Care Act – imagine if they voted 50 times on serious jobs bills.

That’s why I’m going to take action on my own wherever I can.  To grow our economy from the middle-out, not the top down.  To give every American who works hard a chance to get ahead.

That’s what this Year of Action is all about, and that’s what I’m going to keep fighting for.

Thanks, and have a great weekend.

Bolding added.

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Saturday All Day Check-in for the Herd

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On weekends (and holidays), you may find the check-in thread earlier or later than normal because … it is the weekend! Moosies need their beauty rest:

For those new to the Moose, Kysen left a Moose Welcome Mat (Part Deux) so, please, wipe your feet before you walk in the front door start posting.

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– Finally, the posting rules for a new diary: “Be excellent to each other… or else

(Some other commenting/posting/tending notes for newbies can be found in this past check-in and, of course, consult Meese Mehta for all your questions on meesely decorum.)

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Friday Coffee Hour: Check In and Hangout for the Herd

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Friday Coffee Hour and check-in is an open thread and general social hour.

It’s traditional but not obligatory to give us a weather check where you are and let us know what’s new, interesting, challenging or even routine in your life lately. Nothing is particularly obligatory here except:

Always remember the Moose Golden (Purple?) Rule:

Be kind to each other… or else.

What could be simpler than that, right?

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April Showers are Bringing May Flowers

At Winter Solstice, the light starts returning; gradually the memory of the long nights fades until the light and dark are equal on Spring Equinox. From that point on,  the light returns more rapidly and on May 1st we arrive at the midpoint between equinox and Summer Solstice.

Today, my sunrise was at 5:47am CDT and my sunset will be at 7:48pm … more than 14 hours of daylight, adding 2 hours since the equinox. By the end of May, we will have added 49 more minutes of daylight.

May your May days be filled with sunlight, flowers … and kissable snouts!

(Don’t forget to hover!)

Beltane, celebrated on May 1st, is one of the cross quarter holidays from the pagan Wheel of the Year. It is  “the celebration of life, the land, the union of mankind with the mother earth and the purification and rebirth of all things”.

As with all earth based holidays, we celebrate what we see around us in nature: the weather is warmer, plants and flowers are blooming, wildlife is more active and we are energized by what we see and feel. Beltane is about the sheer joy of life and taking part in it.

This advice for Beltane should sound familiar to progressives:

   “Being on a spiritual path of any kind is not a part time thing. It is a way of life, and that is an everyday thing. It is not enough to make a commitment to spirit if you don’t carry that through all your thoughts and actions for the rest of the year.”

Go out and enjoy the day, leap a bonfire (carefully), dance around a maypole and listen to some stirring music from Loreena McKennitt performing the Huron Beltane Fire Dance:

To all my pagan and non-pagan friends alike: “Bright Blessings on Beltane!”

Let’s reaffirm our commitment to our spiritual and progressive path and dedicate ourselves to the work that, quite clearly, still needs to be done.


Calling the Green Man



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O, Green Man, lord of the deep woods since the dawn of time

You, who hang your lime-green tresses over the river at Ostara

And shelter our revels at Beltane

You, who flaunt your finery at Lammas and stand before us skyclad at Yule

Be with us now.



“You’re determined to do this, Niall? No second thoughts?” Wise Owl bent a penetrating look at the younger man.

“I must do it,” Niall said. “We have to save these redwoods.”

“It’s a shame we only found out yesterday morning that the injunction against the Timber Harvest Plan has been lifted. Of course, we’ve filed an appeal. If we’d known sooner, we could have organized a whole village up there. Unfortunately, you’ll be doing this alone and the action might last for weeks.”

“I know,” Niall said. “That won’t bother me. I’m between jobs anyway and I learned how to deal with loneliness and discomfort when I was a fire lookout last year. There’s not a whole lot to do in a lookout post, you know.”

“Very well, then. You know the entire Save the Old Growth Forest group is behind you. It’s time to climb, my friend.”

“I’m ready.”

The time was just before daybreak in the stand of coastal redwoods not far from Mendocino. The platform where Niall would live for an unknown number of days or weeks had already been constructed. Daylight would bring the opposition forces into the forest, the employees of the Emerald Point Lumber Company with their skidders and forwarders, ready to devastate the woodlands.

Day was just dawning as Niall, at the peak of condition from long hours of physical and mental training, buckled himself into the harness and, using prusiks–the two loops attached to the climbing rope with a special knot that tightened and slackened as he ascended-made his way up the tree. Reaching the platform, he turned to look down at his fellow members-especially Morwenna of the long, curling black hair-clustered at the base of the towering tree. Some waved, some gave him the thumbs-up sign, and some prepared to make themselves comfortable for the day by putting up a tent.

Niall took some of his equipment out of his backpack: a thermos of hot coffee, his cell phone, his safety connector rope, a few snacks. The other supplies would arrive later, by pulley. He checked to see whether the waste bucket and water jug were still on the platform: they were, good. The connecting rope that secured him to the tree was sound, no problem there.

As the sunlight grew stronger, he rested his back against the trunk of the tree and thought about what had brought him here.

The first time he’d ever seen a redwood forest had been when his family had flown from their home in Washington, DC, to San Francisco for a vacation. His mother had arranged for the whole family to visit the Muir Woods. Niall, then 14 and already firmly on the path to pantheism, had fallen under the redwoods’ spell. Once inside the grove, he didn’t want to leave it. His family, growing impatient, kept calling him to come out, they were about to go, but Niall stayed.

At last his father strode briskly back into the woods, following the winding path to where Niall had last been seen. He found the boy with one side of his face pressed against the tree and both arms stretched wide as if to embrace the trunk.

“What’s the matter with you?” his father asked, puzzled. “What are you doing?”

“Listening,” Niall said in a low voice. His eyes were unfocused, as if he were seeing into a completely different world. He felt as if he were in the presence of sacred beings who had chosen to shape-shift into ancient, towering redwoods. As he felt his energy mingle with the energy of the tree he also sensed messages, as if the tree were trying to tell him something.

“Come on, kid,” his father said impatiently. “We haven’t got all day. You don’t want to stay here forever, do you?”

It was on the tip of Niall’s tongue to reply, “Yes, that’s exactly what I do want-to stay here and worship Gaia forever.” But as a loving son who didn’t want to hurt his father’s feelings, he said instead, “All right, Dad, I’m coming.”

As he walked away he glanced over his shoulder as if telling the grove of sacred trees, I won’t forget you, ever. And I’ll come back one day.

When he was a little older the complex feelings the redwoods aroused in him drove Niall to study Druidism. Druids, he learned, could be bards, seers, philosophers, diviners, or healers. They underwent twenty years of training to attain the highest level of their religion, and almost all the training was imparted orally. Nothing was written down.

Among the many powers attributed to Druids were the ability to summon great storms as well as soft rains, fogs, and mists. Another was the ability to change into animals or birds at will and cause others to shape-shift as well. They were even thought to possess the power of becoming invisible to hide from their enemies.

Now, as Niall sipped cautiously from his thermos-it didn’t do to drink too much, it was no fun having to pee into a plastic milk jug even though the leaves would hide him from view were there anyone to see-he thought about the woods he was defending.

To many of Gaia’s creation, the redwoods, sequoias, and Douglas firs were home. In the higher elevations of the trees lived the spotted owls, the falcons, the ospreys, the flying squirrels. On the ground the coastal redwoods provided habitat for the black bear, the salamander, and the fisher, a small mammal that flourished only in the environment created by the redwoods. The forest provided food and water for animals that otherwise would be driven to seek sustenance from human settlements outside.

The platform on which Niall was sitting rocked gently as the wind blew through the forest. Although it was near the end of April, it was cool up here, which made him glad of his tough waterproof jacket and trousers. His backpack contained extra woolen socks and gloves for when the air turned colder as night fell and the temperature dropped.

A chittering sound made him turn his head; sitting to his left was a flying squirrel who looked indignant to find a human being in “his” domicile. Niall listened as the squirrel scolded him for his effrontery.

“Look, I’m only trying to help you,” Niall said. “If they cut this tree down you won’t even have a space to share with a roommate, let alone a place to live.”

Was he crazy? he wondered. Why was he listening to a squirrel and talking back to it? No normal person would. But then, he acknowledged, he wasn’t normal. Normal people didn’t care as much as he did about trees.

The squirrel uttered one final chitter before it disappeared. Niall lifted a hand in mock salute. “See you later, Chatterbox Charlie.”

Something bothered him about the flying squirrel but he couldn’t seem to put his finger on it.  As he tried to work it out he fell into a half-dream state until full daylight arrived. He woke with a start as a sudden increase in the noise level penetrated his brain. A quick glance over the edge of the platform at the ground confirmed his suspicions.

They were here.

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As the Emerald Point Lumber Company trucks, with their chainsaws, their generators, and their floodlights stopped at the beginning of the redwood grove, crews of workers jumped out.

Niall’s cell phone rang. When he answered it, Wise Owl said breathlessly, “Emerald Point has sent Gideon Hook to talk you down. He’s going to reason with you first, then resort to force if that doesn’t work. Remember to be polite, no name-calling. Try to video or at least record everything he says. And most of all, Niall-”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let him get anywhere near you and don’t believe anything he tells you. Not a thing, do you understand? Good luck.”

Niall breathed deeply to calm the rapid beating of his heart as he waited, for the name “Gideon Hook” was one to strike fear into the heart of a tree-sitter. Gideon had been known to slap handcuffs on a tree-sitter, slip a harness over him and climb down with the protestor uncomfortably bumping against the tree for every foot of the descent.

Peering over the edge of the platform to where Hook, wearing a yellow hard hat, was climbing, he noticed the extractor was using spikes rather than prusiks. His heart sank. Spikes wounded the tree so they were used only when a tree was slated to be cut down.

The yellow hard hat came into view and in the next moment Niall found himself looking into the cool gray eyes of Gideon Hook. Hook appeared to be a few years older than Niall, perhaps thirty-five to Niall’s twenty-nine. He was tanned, clean-shaven, and looked disturbingly fit.

“Good morning, Niall,” Hook said. “How are you today?’

“Good morning to you, Gideon Hook.”

Niall edged away from Hook who, however, made no effort to hoist himself up onto the platform.

“It’s all over, Niall. You know the injunction’s been lifted. The crews are here, ready to begin work. Come down with me and nothing will happen. You’ll be free to go, no hard feelings.”

“You lie, Gideon Hook. I’ve heard about you. The very name ‘Gideon’ means ‘tree cutter.'”

“Yes, it does, in Hebrew. And what does ‘Niall’ mean?'”

“Champion,” Niall said.

“So you’re the champion of these woodlands-is that how you think of yourself?”

“We’re trying to save them from you and the other destroyers.”

“This is private property. You know perfectly well you’re trespassing.” Hook was beginning to look annoyed.

“This is old growth forest. It belongs to everyone, not just to Emerald Point.”

“You have no sense of responsibility,” Hook said.

“And you have no sense of reverence. Have you even a soul?”

That hit home, Niall saw. Gideon’s mouth tightened. “The company paid for this property and has a right to cut down the trees.”

“Why don’t you listen?” Niall shouted. “You’re supposed to know about trees. Why don’t you listen to what the redwoods are telling you?”

Gideon smiled faintly. “What do you imagine the trees are saying?”

“They tell us how vital they are to the environment. They form a carbon sink that captures carbon dioxide and other gases that would otherwise contribute to the greenhouse effect and cause climate change. The forests collect and store water. They provide food and shelter for animals. It’s all connected, don’t you see? The trees tell us that you and I and they—everyone and everything–are connected in the web of life. We all depend on each other.”

Hook jerked his chin impatiently. “I know all that. I’m a professional arborist. That doesn’t change the facts. I’m giving you one more chance to surrender of your own free will.”

“I will not.”

“All right, then.” Gideon looked grim. “I’ll be back. And when I come back I’m going to take you down.”

For a space of time-perhaps half a minute-the words “take you down” hung in the air while Niall stared into Gideon’s eyes.

Before Hook disappeared from view Niall could see that he was looking very thoughtful.

Sitting back against the tree trunk, Niall dialed Wise Owl’s number. “Niall here. Hook is going to climb up again and try to take me down.”

“If only we had a village up there!” Wise Owl lamented. “You could have traversed out one of the connecting lines to escape him. You can still use your escape rope to go down the dark side of the tree if you want to.”

“If I use it, what would be the point of my being here in the first place? No, I’ll have to wing it, Wise Owl. How’s everything down there?”

“Okay. If you manage to stay where you are, we’ll send up food and another cell phone, fully charged. Send down your current phone on the return journey.”

“Thanks. Talk later.”

A chittering sound overhead made Niall look up. It was Chatterbox Charlie, scolding him again. Suddenly Niall realized in a flash what had bothered him before: flying squirrels were nocturnal. Why was this little creature awake at this time of day?

Charlie chattered again. “You trying to tell me something?” Niall asked. “Are you the Green Man, shape-shifted into a flying squirrel?’

The squirrel looked at him with bright eyes, then disappeared.

Niall got to his feet. Suddenly a current of energy flashed through him, starting at the top of his head and streaking down to his toes. He lifted his arms in the summoning position, looked upward and called out:



O Green Man, now I summon Thee

Bring the mist-banks from the sea

Bring the fog and mist to me

Stop those who would evil do

Hide these woodlands from their view.





Desperately, Niall chanted the words of the feth fiada, the fog-summoning spell he’d learned from a practicing Druid in Snowdonia last winter, again and again.

A curl of mist passed against his cheek, leaving his skin damp. Turning, he saw mist swirling down from the treetops as if poured from an invisible giant scoop. Mist swirled whitely in front and behind, making him feel disoriented and very glad of his connecting rope.

Cautiously he lowered himself once more into a sitting position against the trunk of the tree. It was rather like being inside a pearl, he thought. Were pearls full of shimmering white mist? It was a nice thought.

He felt around the platform until his hand connected with his backpack. Drawing out his blanket, he settled it around his shoulders. It looked like being a very long day and night.

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When the noise of his cell phone ringing woke Niall he could see by the time on its face that it was early morning. When he answered, Wise Owl said,

“You can come down now. Our lawyers have won the appeal so the injunction against the Timber Harvest Plan is back in force. The next hearing will be in July.”

“So the grove is safe-for now.”

“Yes. The police have left and the trucks are about to depart.”

Niall gathered his belongings and prepared to climb down. The mist had gone and day was dawning. Looking upward at the forest canopy he uttered a prayer of thanks.



I thank Thee, O Green Man, lord of the forest, protector of the trees. Blessed be.

On the ground again Niall looked round at the group-Wise Owl, with his white hair neatly tied into a ponytail, Morwenna, Cathbard, and the others. Morwenna gave him a smile, her dark eyes shining with affection.

“Merry Beltane, Niall,” she said. “Glad you’re back, and thank you.”

“You did it, Niall! You held Gideon off, the mist came, and when the mist dissipated we heard the news about the successful appeal.” Cathbard shook Niall’s hand.

“Quite fortuitous, that mist,” Wise Owl said, his head cocked to one side as he looked consideringly at Niall.

Niall smiled. “Yes, wasn’t it?”

“You know, if you had come down with Hook he was going to have you arrested. He had a couple of police cruisers here.”

“I know.” Niall rubbed his hand over his stubbled jaw, thinking of a hot shower and a shave, a hot meal, and a night’s sleep in a real bed. “Well…we’ve won for the time being. The trees are still here.”



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He looked up again at the soaring redwoods. “The trees are the guardians of our world,” he said. “When they vanish, so will we.”



The End


In the News: Rich guys vote against lifting millions out of poverty

Found on the Internets …



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Senate Republicans Filibuster Minimum Wage Hike

As expected, Senate Republicans voted on Wednesday to block debate on legislation to raise the federal minimum wage to $10.10 per hour.

The procedural motion to begin debate received 54 votes for, and 42 against — short of the 60 needed to break a filibuster.[…]

The current federal minimum wage is $7.25 per hour. The bill to raise it is sponsored by Sen. Tom Harkin (D-IA) and strongly backed by President Barack Obama.

But that’s okay, the poors will get a hearing in the House, sort of.

Paul Ryan Won’t Let Poor People Testify At Hearing About Poverty

On Wednesday, Rep. Paul Ryan (R-WI) will hold a hearing on poverty called “A Progress Report on the War on Poverty: Lessons from the Frontlines.” While it will feature three experts, none of them are actually low-income Americans who struggle to get by.

But that’s not for lack of trying from some poor people themselves. Witnesses to Hunger, an advocacy project that shares the stories of low-income Americans, has tried and failed twice to have some of their members who live in poverty speak at Ryan’s poverty hearings. “When Ryan had his first hearing last July,” Director Mariana Chilton told ThinkProgress, “we wrote to his office to see if we could testify, but they weren’t interested.” While Rep. Barbara Lee (D-CA) tried to get one of their low-income members to speak, it was too late. They were asked to submit written testimony instead.

Oh great …


… one of the three people who will testify has some controversial opinions about anti-poverty programs. Bishop Shirley Holloway, founder of the House of Help City of Hope, said, “You don’t dream when you’ve got food stamps.”

Dream of eating?

More …

A little birdie told me …

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Thursday Morning Herd Check-in

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        Fierces on the Weather Critter Comment are obligatory welcome.

The morning check-in is an open thread posted to give you a place to visit with the meeses. Feel free to chat about your weather, share a bit of your life, grump (if you must), rave (if you can). The diarist du jour sometimes posts and runs, other times sticks around for a bit, often returns throughout the day and always cares that meeses are happy … or at least contented.

For those new to the Moose, Kysen left a Moose Welcome Mat (Part Deux) so, please, wipe your feet before you walk in the front door start posting.

The important stuff to get you started:

– Comments do not Auto-refresh. Click the refresh/reload on your tab to see new ones. Only click Post once for comments. When a diary’s comment threads grow, the page takes longer to refresh and the comment may not display right away.

– To check for replies to your comments, click the “My Comments” link in the right-hand column (or go to “My Moose”). Comments will be listed and a link to Recent Replies will be shown. (Note: Tending comments builds community)

– Ratings: Fierce means Thumbs Up, Fail means Thumbs Down, Meh means one of three things: I am unFailing you but I can’t Fierce you, I am unFiercing after a mistaken Fierce, … or Meh. Just Meh. (p.s. Ratings don’t bestow mojo, online behaviour does).

– The Recommended list has a prominent place on the Front Page because it reflects the interests of the Moose. When people drive-by, we want them to see what we are talking about: news, politics, science, history, personal stories, culture. The list is based on number of recs and days on the list. Per Kysen: “The best way to control Rec List content is to ONLY rec diaries you WANT to see ON the list.

– Finally, the posting rules for a new diary: “Be excellent to each other… or else

(Some other commenting/posting/tending notes for newbies can be found in this past check-in and, of course, consult Meese Mehta for all your questions on meesely decorum.)

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Oh Oklahoma!

Clayton Lockett began to convulse and mumble before he sat up on the gurney and said “something’s wrong” about 15 minutes after the execution at the Oklahoma State Penitentiary began, KJRH-TV reported.

An Associated Press reporter noted Lockett was “breathing heavily, writhing on the gurney, clenching his teeth and straining to lift his head off the pillow.” Reports also indicate he uttered “oh, man.”

Prison officials closed the blinds minutes later .. http://www.nydailynews.com/new…

Clayton Lockett died of a heart attack more than 40 minutes after the start of the execution.

For years I was on the fence when it came to the death penalty.  Troy Davis changed that.  I’m not sure why his case struck me so forcefully but it did.  Then I started noticing the utter inequity that people were pointing out.  In Oklahoma, for example, the black population is less than 8% but the percentage on death row is over 40%.  But that’s because black people commit more violent crimes I’m sure.  Yes, that is sarcasm.

Then we can take a look at the crimes for which people are sentenced to death.  I guess there is some room for differing opinions but the death penalty, if there has to be one, should be reserved for the very worst crimes but I noticed, as I watched darned near every true crime series Netflix streams, that law enforcement officials more often than not claim that the crime deserves the death penalty.  Of course, these shows often highlight terrible crimes but what crime isn’t.  That’s why is a crime.

The one argument that didn’t hold much water with me against the death penalty was the “cruel and unusual” one.  For a long time I thought it was okay if the executed suffered because his/her victim(s) had.  But I’ve evolved on that as well although I cannot give a time or reason why.  The description of Lockett’s execution sickens me as it should sicken anyone with an ounce of compassion (and there are some who last night showed what asses they can be).  People do not have a right to do this to one another.  Governments do not have a right to do this to its citizens.

Here’s a top ten list I’d rather not be on:

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What makes the Lockett execution, and others, so much worse is that states are trying combinations of drugs that they have no idea will work.  And maybe it is unfair to go after Oklahoma since Ohio had a very similar botched execution

The state will increase the amount of sedative and painkiller used in the two-drug injection, however, to “allay any remaining concerns”.

McGuire “did not experience pain, distress or air hunger after the drugs were administered or when the bodily movements and sounds occurred,” according to a Department of Rehabilitation and Correction review.

“His execution was conducted in a constitutional manner consistent with the policy.”

Witnesses said McGuire – who raped and killed a pregnant woman in 1989 – gasped for up to 26 minutes on 16 January before he died from the sedative midazolam and painkiller hydromorphone.

It is the longest execution since Ohio resumed the practice in 1999.

The state was forced to change its lethal injection to a new two-drug cocktail after the Danish maker of the previous execution drug refused to allow its use in capital punishment.

States are scrambling because overseas drug companies refuse to provide their products to be used in executions.  So states are trying combinations that have not been tried before thus making these executions test sites.

And not of this yet mentions the number of people on death row who might actually be innocent.

Science and law have led to the exoneration of hundreds of criminal defendants in recent decades, but big questions remain: How many other innocent defendants are locked up? How many are wrongly executed?

About one in 25 people imprisoned under a death sentence is likely innocent, according to a new statistical study appearing in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences. And that means it is all but certain that at least several of the 1,320 defendants executed since 1977 were innocent, the study says.

The article goes on:

The study concluded that the number of innocent defendants who have been put to death is “comparatively low. … Our data and the experience of practitioners in the field both indicate that the criminal justice system goes to far greater lengths to avoid executing innocent defendants than to prevent them from remaining in prison indefinitely.”

I, for one, do not find “comparatively low” all that comforting.


Wednesday Watering Hole: Check In & Hangout for the Herd

Good morning meese! Happy happy Wednesday!


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The common Moose, Alces alces, unlike other members of the deer family, is a solitary animal that doesn’t form herds. Not so its rarer but nearest relative, Alces purplius, the Motley Moose. Though sometimes solitary, the Motley Moose herds in ever shifting groups at the local watering hole to exchange news and just pass the time.

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The morning check-in is an open thread and general social hour.

It’s traditional but not obligatory to give us a weather check where you are and let us know what’s new, interesting, challenging or even routine in your life lately. Nothing is particularly obligatory here except:

Always remember the Moose Golden (Purple?) Rule:

Be kind to each other… or else.

What could be simpler than that, right?

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