It’s Ours, Like it or Not

I woke up at the ranch this morning. Actually I didn’t wake up, I was pummeled up by Bitsy’s tail thwacking the bed with the force of a jackhammer. Crawled out, stumbled over the cat, opened up the door wide, turned on the radio, and started sweeping the aerial (which is a longish bit or wire) to see if some location might give me KEOS, 89.1. Gave up and dropped it, and in came my voice, loud and clear, expounding about problem solving.

Good advice if you have a problem, but it suddenly struck me that the people I am trying to talk to might not exactly know that we do have a problem. We all do. The same problem. So, please, as you read the transcript of this day’s Bare Bones Biology, realize that I have been here since quite a long time before the Green Revolution, and I am a career biologist, and I do know that we all still have the same problem that The Green Revolution handed over to the corposystem to solve for us, and we aren’t solving it any better than they did. Worse, because the longer we put it off the fewer options remain.

The problem is basically that the corposystem is sucking the ecosystem dry, trying to convince you that we do not have a problem. We do. You and me and even Rush Limbaugh. He is making it worse – I guess just for fun. And we can’t stop him, so let’s you and me not do that. Let’s fess up and face up and don’t give the grandkids what our grandparents gave to us – make it better. How? I say start with learning about the REAL energy problem. That all the energy for food for all the people and machines comes (or came in the case of fossil fuels) from green plants. And technology can’t make food – and even if it could that would make global warming worse. Then let’s get together and deal with this growth problem, because not dealing won’t make it go away, and it’s our problem. For all of us. Not only biologists. So I finished thinking about that and posted the latest transcript at

Meantime, Bitsy ate her (transformed) green plants and ran out to let me know the raccoon is still living under the hood of the abandoned car. It reminds me of the Bryan Deputy, called repeatedly by one neighbor to complain about the other neighbor’s barking dogs. The deputy, who was no slouch when it came to problem solving – or dogs – found a raccoon living between the two houses. Once the neighbors stopped butting heads and realized they had a common problem — poof!

You don’t have to call the Sheriff. Anyone can do it.