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Protect the Western Arctic Reserve From Big Oil
The Western Arctic Reserve, also known as the National Petroleum Reserve-Alaska, is the largest tract of unprotected, relatively pristine public land in the United States. The 23.5 million-acre reserve is home to imperiled polar bears, seabirds and one of the densest populations of nesting raptors in the world. Its shores and lagoons harbor beluga whales, seals, walruses and other marine mammals. The BLM is accepting comments on a planning document that sets the stage for oil and gas leasing in the western Arctic for decades to come. Help save this national treasure by telling the BLM to protect the Western Arctic Reserve from dirty fossil fuel development »
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Man I had the most depressing horoscope today. It read :
“If you are dreaming about continuing your education or fantasizing about going on a long journey, you might have to stop long enough to get a serious reality check. Expanding your horizons could be quite beneficial, but you’re not going to be able to make it happen unless you pay attention to your current circumstances. If you demonstrate your reliability to your friends and coworkers, they will help you with your future plans.”
Good thing I don’t really pay attention to the stars.
That’s weird, the other day my horriscope read:
“Someone close to you will believe some mumbo jumbo whoreascope. Murder them.
Or, if you don’t like to murder, make a sandwich.”
I don’t have any bread so I’m not sure what to do…
Also, I’d love to read something like that in the bathroom. The saddest state of the human collective comes from graffiti…whether it’s the derivative plageurism graffiti artists throw over top of eachother every day or drunk guys writing “fuck!” in the bathroom, it’s all so saddening.
The best graffiti I’ve ever seen said something like “If you’re reading this, we’ve both wasted our time.”
Not really, but I should probably write that somewhere.
HAHAHAHAHAH! I dare you. And write it in the girls.
My husband used to make it a point to visit the restrooms of different buildings on the college campus when he was at university. He liked checking out the graffiti. I can’t remember which building it was, but in one stall he went to, there was some writing at an odd cant down towards the bottom of the stall divider. Naturally, he was curious, so he leaned over and turned his head to read it. It said “If you can read this, you’re shitting at a 45 degree angle.”
Now that’s what I’m talking about!