If you were a reader of David Boles Blogs back in the day when we were more formally known as — GO INSIDE Magazine in the early 90’s — you will be as delighted as I was to hear from our venerable friend, and early ally, Joyce Kohl, who touched in this morning via the Boles Blogs Contact form to give us an update on her wonderful life.
The unraveling of the attempted assassination of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords in Arizona over the weekend warns us against inciting the threat of metaphorical violence in politics to achieve literal ends. Sarah “Don’t Retreat, Reload” Palin placed herself in the center of the assassin’s intention with her despicable — and clearly terroristic — weaponized “map” of targeted Democrats, that included Gabby Giffords, placed in gun scope crosshairs on her Facebook page. In the wake of the shooting, the map has been removed.
I find it horrifically fascinating that we, The United States of America
— a nation born of immigrants — and yet, when the same immigrants
reach out to our shores and cross our borders searching for a better
life of well-being, we shun them as cravenly as the Original
Native American Founding Fathers shunned us with guns and defense
lines. Arizona should be ashamed of its Racist immigration policy that
only damages and harms and does nobody any good.
In the perfect human blending of science and art, Biosphere 2 will celebrate Earth Day by joyously identifying the intrinsic need for aesthetic to be embedded in analysis.
Forget Florida and Arizona as the final destination of carefree living for retirees.
Over the next generation, Colorado and Minnesota will become the new safe-haven for those wishing to spend their Golden Years in comfort as Global Warming trends continue to suffocate and fry us.
No one will want to face the steaming oceans or the baking desert in the coming perpetual heat wave.
We will instead seek out the solace of the cold and the soothing of the snow in order to preserve our burning bodies and to calm our boiling minds.
by Joyce Kohl
Though the area where I live is, for the most part, lush and green, it is still the desert. You either love the Phoenix metropolitan area, or you hate it. There’s nothing in-between. I love it, which the following snickers prove:
You Know You’ve Been Living In The Desert Too Long When . . .