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Tailings fetch high prices in Asia
(Special from The Mining and Milling Gazette — August 10, 2015)
(Hong Kong) Western Colorado tailings, a bi-product of mining, are demanding exorbitant prices in China and Japan where the residue is considered an aphrodisiac.
Ironically the substances are selling for high prices now that the supply has been diminished by cleanups, burials and denials. According to black market sources, a gram of slime or slickens can bring as much as $2000 while it is basically worthless at the point of origin.
While poaching has yet to become an issue, state and federal authorities are on the lookout for criminal activities above timberline.
“The poachers will focus on higher, out-of-the-way places where they can fill their pickups and pockets with the stuff that, these days, has more inherent value than gold.
Sadly for the environment both molybdenum and uranium tailings are even more of a “delicacy” in Taiwan and South Korea. Efforts to control the mining of these elements have been badly crushed with the onset of such improbable profits. It is not clear if this reality will usher in more extractions in this arena.
Entrepreneurs in the United States have begun a powerful ad campaign aimed at convincing the population that the sale of tailings is good for the economy and will not further damage the planet.
“That’s what the oil companies told us about fracking and now look at all the polluted ground water,” said one activist.
The tailings market is estimated to bring in more money than tourism and pot sales combined. Many people in Asia are convinced that the tailings enhance and improve sexual performance in both male and female consumers.
“Sure it can get messy but with the state of the deficit I think we can make an exception here,” said one Congressional petroleum puppet. “It is rare when we have the opportunity to profit by selling something that we have identified as toxic.”
Local leaders have considered posting armed guards at various tailings ponds in the region. Others insist that the opportunity to purge us from this lingering blight should not be overlooked, especially at $56,000 an ounce.
– Uncle Pahgre
Many in GOP see Ronald Reagan Jr. as candidate in 2016
(Begone Nancy, CA — Jelly Bean Express –– August 10, 2015)
(South Oak, Pretty Trees Reserve) Many influential voices within the Republican Party have whispered the name of Ronald Reagan Jr. in a presidential ramifications context for 2016.
Frustrated delegates, certain that name recognition might alone pull 20% of the vote, have secretly pledged their support for a ticket featuring the former President’s son. They say they “will need a united front to pull this one off and are starting early.”
“The Bushes do it, the Clintons do it. Even the Roosevelts had a hand in the name game although often from two different sides of the political fence,” said Dr. Wishbone T. Jonez, a fellow at Cal Amari. and Secretary of Coastal Artichoke Mobility Corps here.
“Why shouldn’t we play the trump card?” he smiled. “I’m voting for Ron.”
Jonez, a marginalized Latino, did not comment when asked if he had heard that Homer Simpson had been tapped as possible running mate by a Corporate Power Rules, a think tank in Florida, until recently a shadow organization.
“All I know is that CPR now owns drilling rights in most of the Everglades and plans to build a pipeline to Havana from our American Keys,” said Jonez. I had very little to do with all that other than making sure everyone got their checks on time.”
Ronald Reagan Jr., who had successfully disappeared from the public eye, was not available for comment in that he was away at a ballet academy function. Reporters will continue to harass him when he returns home Thursday.
“The focus on name recognition is particularly disconcerting when one considers the status of the American voter who often votes against his self-interest,” said former snake representative, Marilyn Mobley, a voter behavior expert from the Bronx. who is now camped in Iowa waiting for the Primary hoopla to begin.
“The concept of the Big Picture never materializes. We focus on one issue only or obsess on petty and concocted needs never stopping to see the Big Lie, that we need the corporations, the politicians, the police and the taxman. The simple matter is that we could do better without any of these but only if we change our consciousness.
When asked if Homer Simpson was a valid vice presidential candidate most party poopers avoid eye contact and beg off on the question. Not so Jonez.
“Simpson is electable if only because he clearly represents a segment of American males who think like him, act like him and in may cases look like him as well,” chipped Jonez. “The other 25% will go for Ron.”
Attila Diggins
Take Your Base, I’ll Take Mine
A Critical Analysis of the National Sport
by Quentin Parquay, Royal Legion of Sport
(Editor’s note: Mr. Parquay, a literary critic with The London World and former fellow at Oxford University, has been dedicated enough to sit through rain delays, extra-inning games and traffic jams so as to compose this international peek at baseball in 2015. Although well versed, drifting from Kahlil Gibran to Oscar Wilde, Parquay admits he possesses a limited knowledge of the game having experienced his first contest only last week. The following expose is reprinted from The Hamilton Hemorrhoid, a well- respected, often painful British sports bulletin. It has appeared Steamboat Magazine. Unlike golf, baseball was never immortalized by George Bernard Shaw as (to paraphrase) “a pleasant walk ruined.)”
Baseball: 1.) a game played with a bat and a ball by two opposing teams of nine players, each team playing alternately in the field and at bat. The players at bat, after hitting the ball in fair territory must then run a course of up to four bases laid out in a diamond pattern in an attempt to score runs. 2.) a questionable competition of North American origin that promotes bad language, hooky, jawing, bad manners, superstitiousness and the spitting/chewing of tobacco. 3.) the ball used in the game of baseball.
My interest in the field of baseball began when I first ran across “Casey at the Bat” in 1990. Although the epic poem had been around for decades it had not circulated through the offices of a man who dissects playwrights and Gothic novelists. I hope the following will be entertaining to the reader and beneficial to the fringe fans and the arts as well.
THE FAN
We Brits cannot afford to be critical of abhorrent fan behavior after the escapades of our cohorts at most football (soccer) matches from Cornwall to Kent. The counterpart American aficionado is actually quite calm and well behaved compared to the football fanatic. He only becomes dangerous toward the late innings after drinking cup after cup of overpriced light beer.
The aesthetic distance between the audience and the main characters is of special interest to anyone wooed by the theater. The left field character, for instance, is closer to the audience and can be more objective about how his lines are perceived in the grandstands. The thrower (pitcher) cannot gather this same kind of feedback. The audience however is well in earshot of various asides mouthed by fielders and the funny-dressed men behind fourth base that you call home plate.
The fan is most often in sympathy with one team or the other. He is most vocal at points of tension between singular characters or sometimes with entire groups of players. He is prone to embracing myths and often makes references to the supernatural as he metaphysically munches on hot dogs with onions and mustard and burnt peanuts, salted in the shell. His metaphors can be figurative, trite and/or utterly classic. His hyperbole is common only to the colonies. In later innings the fan gets swept up in the flow of dramatic monologue that results in comic relief or didactic tragedy.
THE CHARACTERS
- CHARACTERS IN COSTUME ON STAGE
Reflecting on the scene behind home plate we see one over-dressed character (the catcher) that carries with him a host of mandatory duties. He must not only catch the ball each time it is flung at him, but he must field difficult “pop flies”, cover his base, backup first base and throw down to second in the event of an attempted steal attempt. (We will discuss thefts and squeezes later in this article). While there is little morality involved in the steal, the catcher is often measured by his pinpoint response to the instant plot. In the local vernacular we hear fans loudly encouraging this catcher to “gun him down” or “nail him with a low throw”. This should not be taken as anything violent. The successful application of these throws and tags can often bring down the curtain for an inning.
The catcher’s associate behind the plate is called the umpire, a living allegory who attempts to impose his own doctrine. This dark character converts acceptable language into persuasive, tight, one-syllable chants with the sacred narrative “Steeerike, Bawww or Yurooout!”. Otherwise most of the communication is in sign language that is reminiscent of Shakespeare that holds the audience in awe.
Amusing reaction to the umpire often dwells on King Lear’s cry: “Thou hast eyes to see…and see not!”
The rest of the extras dress alike so much that it lends an eerie, almost robotic essence to the performance. Each of the two reams is represented by wearing its own costume. It is within the professional ranks that we find strong connection to ancient bestiaries and ethnic euphemisms with names like “Tigers, Cubs, Braves and Giants”. On the local level this practice has been methodically embraced. Long socks may represent the desire to return to simpler days while “softball” fashions clearly illustrate a yearning for a
modernistic, almost impressionist, rendezvous with the keystone future. Significant action generally soils the players’ costumes but adds a delightful descent from the loftiness of pre-game ceremonies.
THE PLOT
Everything happening on the diamond is synchronized into nine innings where one team tries to outscore the other by whatever means available during the scenes that add up to an act. The two teams could play an eternity if the thing reaches extra innings. Imagine a summer day and a pastoral scene in right field where a player is responsible for catching the ball before it hits the ground, then hurling it back into the infield (main stage). He must do this before any players “tag up” and make their way around all four bases and off the set and backstage into the dugout. If the ball is caught cleanly the acting batter is out and has no further lines until he comes up to the plate again in two or three innings. If the fielder misses the ball the hitter gains access to any number of bases while other supporting cast scores runs. The clumsy fielder is often then seen as a goat. Continued performances of this quality will often result in an understudy placed in his position.
The main actor and navigator of the plot is the pitcher since he initiates the action. He delivers his lines while perched on a pompous little hill 60 feet (18.3 meters) from the batter’s box. He throws a variety of pitches to the catcher aimed at confusing, overpowering and terrifying the man with the stick (bat) in his hand. The umpire then watches closely as curves, sliders and fastballs cause negative capability of the part of the person trying to make contact (with a rounded bat) with the little spinning ball. Some of these pitches exceed 100 miles (or 161 kilometers) per hour. The fastball coupled with an array of sneaky pitches often causes the batter to pop up, ground out or strike out (signified by K for some unknown reason). These activities in no way represent literary onomatopoeia since there is no sound emanating from the ball as it travels to the plate. The onomatopoeia magically occurs when the ball slams into the squatting, supporting actor’s round, oversized glove. Here we see the frontline struggle by the designated protagonist to stifle the antagonist by making contact with a fiery sphere chucked in the direction of his head and vital body parts. It is here that we see another character, the manager, wheel out onto the field angered by the exposition of the background.
THE SET
The set can be universal as well as specific to baseball. The only props are the three bases and the plate, the walls, the mound, the backstop, the dugouts (2) and the scoreboard. The size of the stage varies greatly from set to set but is always characterized by white lines that protrude from home plate to the first or third bases. These are the symbols of the action. It is the actor who brings it all into perspective.
During my last sports melodrama the hero was a young pitcher for the Colorado Rockies. His saga was one of ever-increasing pathos. He quickly extended his poetic license by hurling a “loaded up” ball at the batter’s head. Soon after he balked, a clear sign that he neglected to prepare his lines before taking the stage. By the end of the inning he had reached absurd capacities in low comedy by allowing three other actors to reach untenable positions without exiting the stage. The tone of the play then becomes one of anticipation, bordering on anxiety. The guilt-ridden child actor is sent away by his rigid master to a place called the Minors that was never described by Dante or even the unholy angels. Each summer pantomime contains endless and simultaneous dramas with characters intact. It is this mysterious show and tell that stimulates the lifelong fans of the game. How appropriate in both a literary and mirthful sense. Play Ball!
“The check’s in the mayo.” – famous promise in Dixie.
Utilities Accepting Livestock, Canned Goods
(Pea Green) In what is seen as a gesture of cooperation local utility companies will begin accepting alternative methods of payment for services rendered. Starting in November Delta-Montrose Electric, San Miguel Power and Gunnison Rural Electric will credit consumers who bring chickens, pigs or canned peaches to the front door. In December it will be eggs, calves and canned tomatoes that will be ledger compatible instead of hard cash.
The action comes as a result of lingering payment histories, fiscal incompetence and creative excuses for non-payment of energy bills.
In keeping with Script’s Manual of Commodities and Convivial Records the three utility concerns have adopted a uniform cash value for agricultural products when bartered. This official exchange rate will most certainly be extended to include automobiles and household items in the near future.
The rendering value of common livestock shall be as follows:
One lamb = 900 to 1250 kilowatts of usage; one small pony = 1300 to 1650 kilowatts of use; One calf = 1700 to 2100 kilowatts and one baby chick (must be crated and housetrained = 14 kilowatts. Ducklings, geese, fish and sage hens are worth slightly more. These and other credit items will be assessed on their own merit. For a complete roster of accepted items and applicable credit see form below or call your utility company directly and ask about the Cows for Kilowatts Entitlement Program.
“Persons wishing to pay exchange canned foods for energy credits must show detailed history of same from seed to can,” said Wayne B. Wayne, of the United States Consumer Fraud Division. “Wild animals may be used but must be cleared through the Division of Chaos or the Office of Coming Anarchy three working days before negotiation can begin.”
Small, dysfunctional amenities will be immediately sacrificed to Paradox, the Greek god of Talking Wires and Cyber Optics. Marmots, fur-bearing armadillos, toothless chinchillas and hyperactive salmon will be considered with approval of parent of guardian. No bunnies will be harmed, especially in front of the children.
Your friends at the local utility companies hope that these changes will help some of you come across with your monthly payments. Those who do not have access to livestock may be allowed to trade beadwork or take in laundry to cover at least part of these expenses.
– Warren Weatherspoon
The shame of the Western Slope Tourism Circus
Bathrooms for customers only
“What would you have them do, Bassanio, water the shrubbery?”
from The Merchant of Haggis – William Shakespeare Act II, Scene IV
Restrictive bathroom policies have given a new meaning to the concept of Where to go in Western Colorado. After the passage of meandering civil rights legislation since 1964 one major problem has never been undressed and remains a black mark on the country, more specifically to tourism here.
The right and wrong of privilege is deep-rooted in the American melting pot and cannot be discussed without dredging up old emotions and then flushing them away along with self-evident truths as to equality and the pursuit of happiness.
“It is scandalous, obscene and downright uncomfortable,” said Hector Plunger, a recent victim of the limitations. One would think that in the wealthiest country in the world some accommodation could be made for those who have to pee. I myself was forced to find a bush.”
It is common knowledge that the Bathrooms For Customers Only is perpetuated by concerns of cleanliness, employee time, product and water. Proprietors often feel that unless someone buys something he can just hold it until he gets to a more user-friendly environment.
Concerned citizens have already gathered sufficient signatures to put the issue on the ballot in November. They insist that it is unconstitutional to turn away a fellow human in need, no matter what the fiscal exchange.
“It is shameful that an enlightened society cannot pull itself up from the hateful segregation into a more tolerant atmosphere,” said Plunger. “In many countries the needy are simply charged a small fee to use the public facilities. It’s kind of like mass transit. They all have it and we sit in traffic burning fossil fuel. One begins to reassess the concept of progressive, no?”
The biased tradition may well come to an end after the next election, canned, if you will, through the resolve of freethinking participants in this planetary social experiment. However, much of the harm has been done and will linger for decades, like the embarrassment of wetting one’s pants.
Shall we then, upon out thrones, pass judgment on those who must hold it? Sure this may sound like some more liberal crap but isn’t it time to bring the skeletons out of the water closet once and for all? – Ben Gamone III
Mr. Gamone is a dedicated tantric pipe fitter
and urinal cake broker from Privy, Utah.
