Don't feed the Bears

Don't feed the bears they say!

But I'll feed that bear anyway.

He's nice and sweet, and looks like a giant puppy.

Surely he'll appreciate food from this yuppy.

Don't feed on the humans they say!

But look at that fool walking my way.

Christopher H. holte

Bears Don't need Fishing Poles

Bears don't need no stinking poles,

they stick their paw inside wet holes,

and catch a fish with claws and paw,

and immediately chuck it in their maw.

"You humans, you stand there all silly and slow,

while the fish steal your bait and laugh and dance.

And you wear silly hats and swipe at gnats.

Just to get away from your wives and their spats."

"You think we are dumb,

but we have class and nerve

and can catch a fish no matter how it swerves.

We eat well and love the smell,

until you humans turn our rivers to hell."

Christopher H. Holte

PS: Thanks to Jerry E. Williams for telling me Lyle Stories my imagination can segue off.

Lyle the Lumbering Bear

Lyle the lumbering bear,

gave me quite a scare.

I'd taken my pole to the lake.

And was fishing for my dinner stake,

when Lyle comes out of the woods intent

On getting a meal from me for free.

I didn't mind if he caught some fish,

But I was afraid I might be his dish.

So I abandoned my pole,

and I ran for the house.

While lyle casually inspected my gear

and ate my lunch.

I didn't mind too much,

I had my pepper spray,

ready to shoot him

and I still have my skin.

Christopher H. Holte

Lyle and the Hunter

Along the mountain came the hunter,

gunning for ole Lyle.

He had his gun loaded and was so intent

on acquiring a new winter coat.

That as he walked along the path,

he hummed a song in his throat and smiled.

Ole lyle, he heard the hunter a mile away,

and thought to himself, "That hunter seems pretty gay."

"I Think I'll creep up behind him, and make his day."

The Hunter, he was intent, on getting himself a winter coat.

He walked through the woods, for hours and hours

Through pine needle filled galleys, and leafy Bowers,

The aspens swayed as he heard a sound,

and then he turned around.

Ole lyle, he'd heard the hunter a mile away,

and that poor hunter, never had a chance.

And as the fall progressed he danced around,

in his newly tanned suede coat.

Christopher H. Holte

Real life Galt Gulch on Belle Island?

The Libertarians had an idea to "save" Detroit. They wanted to turn Belle Island into a modern "Galt's Gulch". The New York Times reported [http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/08/opinion/detroit-sinks-with-belle-isle.html?_r=0]:

Belle Isle was recently at the center of a different moneymaking scheme. A group of wealthy libertarians suggested that private investors buy the island from the city for the nice, round, Dr. Evil-ish sum of $1 billion and transform it into an independent, self-governing territory. With the price for citizenship set at $300,000, the Commonwealth of Belle Isle would exist as a sort of free-market paradise; within 30 years, the group’s Web site predicted, the island would be known as the “ ‘Midwest Tiger,’ rivaling Singapore as an economic miracle.” One can order from that Web site a novella about this future Belle Isle, which describes the commonwealth’s low taxes, minimal government, even its own currency (called — seriously — “the Rand”). [A]

And of course it would be a tax-haven for millionaires and billionaires who could run their empires in the USA from it, while looting the whole country and blaming Government. A real life Galt's Gulch! Subsidized by the taxpayers as a even a billion dollars is nothing for a team of billionaires seeking to avoid taxes. And this is no joke, the New York Times article continues:

The book — a preview of its opening chapter has the hero landing on the rooftop helipad of the commonwealth’s 57-story Four Seasons hotel — makes the entire scheme very easy to mock as Objectivist fan fiction. But it’s not entirely a joke: private foundations and deep-pocketed members of the local business elite exercise an outsize influence in a city as broke as Detroit, providing financing for everything from a much-needed light-rail line to the ambitious Detroit Future City plan, which would entirely remap the city.[B]

That objectivists are self-mocking never occurs to objectivists. They are too busy being selfish to pay attention to the self-parody and ruinous behavior.

People like Dan Gilbert, the owner of Quicken Loans and the Cleveland Cavaliers, and Mike Ilitch, a founder of Little Caesars pizza, have been snatching up shuttered skyscrapers and prewar office buildings — since December Mr. Gilbert has bought at least five buildings and, reputedly, an entire downtown city block — as if they’re Monopoly properties.[C]

So we see how "Atlas Shruggged" really plays out. I always thought it incredible that someone could run a railroad and run it into the ground, and blame government. But all that is really happening is that the owners of a business are transferring once productive money to new vistas -- like Galt's Gulch Belle Island -- so that they can keep it all. Objectivism is about incredible reckless selfishness, and whether the avatar is the founder of Little Ceasars, or the junkyard capitalist who wrecked KMart, put it in and out of bankruptcy, bought Sears and other companies; and then wrecked the whole shebang -- the outcome is the same.

Further reading:

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/08/opinion/detroit-sinks-with-belle-isle.html?_r=0"

Lou D’Ambrosio's "Sinking Ship": http://www.forbes.com/sites/lauraheller/2012/02/29/analyst-on-sears-like-a-sinking-ship/"

How Objectivism killed Sears: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/3046444/posts?page=84

Papantonio: Detroit -- The New Billionaire Utopia http://ow.ly/ni4It

Humans are Fallible

Humans are fallible.

Humans are subject to desires.

Our perception of causality is flawed.

And so we fall into corrupt mires.

That really is no excuse.

If people would wake up.

They'd see all around.

A world needlessly corrupt.

Doing the right thing is hard.

But not ever impossible to do.

There are guidelines and boundaries.

If we'd just learn to see through.

If we'd just learn to be,

If we'd just learn to respect.

We'd follow those boundaries.

where-ever we intersect.

And we can walk hand and hand,

and climb sharing ropes.

We can reach all our goals.

and share all our hopes.

Christopher H. Holte

Misha Sees the Rabbit

Misha Sees the Rabbit

Misha sees the rabbit, and she bends down so low,
and pulls the leash so hard, I know, she really wants to go.
We've been through this before, I'm trying to teach her right.
We walk up to the rabbit, who is looking me in the eye,
and I swear that rabbit is laughing and saying mentally:
"Why don't you just give it a try."

And Misha she is real quiet, tense, intent on the Rabbit.
But she doesn't seem to get the message, that the rabbit is looking at her.
I bring her up about ten feet away, and then she jumps and runs,
I try to stop her and my leash breaks away from its bonds on her collar.
Three hundred feet around bushes, and bounding down the hollow,
into a thicket, and out the other side,
around a building, and completely out of sight.
All in a couple of seconds, and I shout out loud;
"Misha! Come back here." 
She ignores my call.

I finally catch up to her, panting and stuck,
The leash wrapped firmly around a tree trunk.
The Rabbit I can see in a thicket nearby,
Is looking at me, and laughing real hard.

Oh "Waskally Rabbit" I say as I laugh,
And Misha, bless her heart is already hunting a squirrel.