Archive for September, 2009
Wednesday September 30, 2009
A press release on Tuesday from the owners of the Hotel Jerome in Aspen says the investors, Elysian Worldwide LLC, are working with lenders to keep the historic structure.
Foreclosure proceedings are scheduled against the property owners at the end of January unless the group comes up with a way to pay on the 35 million dollars owed on the property.
Seasonal flu shots have been given to hundreds throughout the Roaring Fork Valley, but some of our listeners admitted that they either didn’t believe in the effectiveness of a flu shot----or that they were just plain scared to get one.
We’ll continue to track the availability for the swine flu vaccine---that flu shot will be separate from the seasonal flu and the vaccine should be available locally within three weeks.
Seasonal flu is traditionally the strain to most target adults over age 49.
The H1N1 virus (Swine Flu) is targeting, primarily, teens.
Aspen city leaders will meet again at the end of October to determine if their support should go to a proposed expansion of the Wheeler opera house. Local news is taking a survey now---do you think the 30 thousand square foot addition to the historic wheeler opera house is a good idea….or would it be better to just leave it as is? Send your answers to news@aspenglenwood.com
October is breast cancer awareness month----with campaigns to raise money for research to combat the disease often choosing pink as the color scheme for marketing fund raisers. Aspen Mayor Mick Ireland dyed his hair (what’s left of it we might mention) pink for last night’s meeting at city hall----to honor the effort at combating breast cancer.
Send your news tips and opinions to news@aspenglenwood.com, and listen to KUUR and KSNO radio!
September 30th, 2009
Last night I went to a performance of the whirling dervishes in a waiting room at the main train station where the Orient Express used to come and go. It began with five musicians playing mournful tunes on a round-backed guitar, two flutes, a hand drum and cymbals. After 15 minutes or so the dervishes entered wearing tall felt hats and floor-length black capes over their long white skirts. They took off the capes and bowed to a priest before beginning to twirl--with their heads cocked to one side and their arms out--one palm facing heaven, the other facing the earth. Members of this Muslim sect find union with God, Love, through their spinning......
Continue Reading September 29th, 2009
The political divide in this country appears to be one where if you are a liberal, you will want liberation for liberty and expanded civil rights, access by merit to education, careers, opportunity and the good life.
If a person is part of the reactionary base (mis-called "conservative"), they will want a someone they see as a "strong decisive leader." This leader, dictator, monarch, fuerher is quick curt and decisive. Decisions made are final. Debate, counsel, advice, explanation, transparency and consideration are seen as signs of weakness. Quips and off the cuff remarks are all that are needed for communication. Rewards are flags, bibles, 4th of July parades and praise for demographic identity. This is paternalism. The only question they have for liberals is based on why can't we (liberals) be satisfied with what reactionaries are satisfied with. It is a good question.
The answer is really simple -- we are better than that, we can contribute more by being educated and healthy and most importantly, we are aware that ignorance is no virtue. The contributions of educated industrious people have gifted the material wealth difference between the reactionary IgnoRanti Christianites and the Taliban paleoliths cannibalizing the Islamic world.
September 29th, 2009
Tuesday September 29, 2009
The Hotel Jerome will be presented for auction at the end of January—according to the Pitkin County Treasurer’s office. The current management group—Vail based Rock Resorts, is mum about why the Delaware investors could not make the payments on the 36 million dollar loan.
Garfield County Sheriff Lou Valario will continue to move forward with a new security screening system for all volunteers at county agencies, including search and rescue—which was directed for several years by Dave Pruett. Pruett has resigned over the new policy, which includes background checks for financial goings on, a stress test based on a volunteer’s voice, and other areas of background including questions about sexual history.
A controlled burn in the backcountry near Montrose sent plumes of smoke in a northeasterly direction on Monday afternoon----smoke settling into the area near Thompson Creek above the roaring fork valley. Nearly one dozen people called in to emergency responders, unsure if that fire was in our area.
your news tips and opinions to news@aspenglenwood.com, and listen to KUUR and KSNO radio!
September 29th, 2009
Turkey is the first 3rd world country I've been to with no street dogs. There are street cats, however, hundreds of them, and the locals feed and play with them.
This morning I visited the spice market, an immense L-shaped covered bazaar crammed with small shops that sell much more than spices. To wit: blue and white glazed Turkish tiles, cheese by the gram, dozens of kinds of shiny olives, saffron from Iran, coarse apple tea, sardines, sticky pistachio candies, evil-eye charms, perfume vials, and yes, mounds of scarlet, deep green and mustard-hued spices.
Continue Reading September 28th, 2009
Monday September 28, 2009
The regular meeting at aspen city hall on Mondays has been moved to Tuesday night this week.
The reason is the observance of Yom Kippur---ending at sundown tonight.
Even with real estate sales in the slump somewhat---there are plans for more housing in the roaring fork valley with Ace Lane’s proposed development at El Jebel.
And the first time home buyer’s program is also making the current environment one the best to buy, says Donette Vincent with Homes Aspen.
Homes Aspen is the new real estate office dealing with commercial and residential properties throughout the roaring fork valley----tied in directly with local media: a unique situation and a big advantage for sellers.
Electric Fencing: that’s the ticket—or at least what’s worked with Bill Dinsmore’s Main Street Bakery, after bears have been visiting his cooler, located in a shed near the main building.
Dinsmore says two bears were unable to stay away from the smells of fresh bread and bacon emitting from the eatery---so he had a 600 volt mat installed along the walkway leading to the cooler and the kitchen---
It worked---and the bears, while receiving a hefty shock to their system, are not harmed---and they have not returned.
September 28th, 2009
By Frosty Wooldridge
Nothing beats Colorado High Country in late September! Cool mornings morph into warm days. Water fowl rest in lakes on their way to winter feeding grounds. Sandhill cranes glide through Buena Vista on their thousands of miles journeys to warmer climes. Magnificent elk bugle their ancient rituals in search of mates. Hawks ply limitless blue skies in a never ending pursuit for their dinner. In the canyons, raging white water cascades over multi-colored rocks on a journey that ends up in the Atlantic or Pacific Oceans.
Sweeping up every mountain slope, a mantle of verdant pines renders a visual silence “too silent to be real,” said Gordon Lightfoot. As if touched on a Van Gogh canvas, “aspen tremulous,” trembling leaves, provide visitors textures and fresh green highlights.
But once Jack Frost touches his magic wand on the Colorado High Country, he sets off a magical kaleidoscope of colors unrivaled in the American West.
Every year, I take a two day bicycle tour across four passes for a first hand inspection of Mother Nature’s handiwork. I ride my own “Quadruple Color Bypass”. It promises magic, serenity and a changing of the season.
After parking the car in Frisco, I packed my bike, Condor, for the ride over Vail, Battle Summit Mountain, Tennessee and Freemont passes. With four panniers bursting with camping gear and food, I headed up along the river toward Copper Mountain.
The morning air--crisp, clean, full of energy—powered my journey through a tunnel of golden aspen trees. At 50 percent color change, a full bouquet of tints greeted my eyes. Sheer delight! But beyond the blazing yellow leaves, many falling along my path, a beautiful mosaic of ground color caught my attention even more. Leaves turned into bronze, topaz, burgundy, gold, canary yellow, rose pink, maroon and crimson. Below, cascading water provided ‘white music’ that soothed my mind. Looking to my left, blazing gold aspen trees marched up the side of gray rock to peaks 1,000 feet overhead.
Ahead, a gold/green tree tunnel beckoned. A number of other bikers raced by my slow moving touring machine. “We’re in for a good ride Condor” I said. The other cyclists seemed in a hurry. I passed several lakes with long straw grass floating across the surface while mallards played among the brushes.
The six mile paved path continued winding, dipping and climbing along the river. Every curve brought new angles of the hard rock mountains to my left and the crystal river flowing to my right. I pushed the pedals onward until reaching Copper Mountain. The crazy rush of the I-70 traffic knocked me back to my senses, but I dove back into the paved trail leading up Vail Pass. Ah, quiet again, yet another river, and more ground cover greeted my eager eyes. I find pedaling along a river makes the effort effortless and physically incidental. My eyes watch for everything and my spirit settles into a cycling ‘satori’ or sweet spot of the ‘perfect moment’. Condor, quiet and smooth beneath me, has taken me to many far flung corners of the world without a complaint. I look down to the plastic bubble on my gradient scale to see 10 percent, woops, 15 percent! Back to 6 percent! It’s an easy ride to the top of Vail, even with 50 pounds of gear. Along the way, I stopped for a half dozen pieces of trash tossed by careless cyclists. Thankfully, most appreciate the sacredness of the wilderness. Take only pictures and leave no trace!
At the top, I talked to folks from Kansas, Utah, New York and Michigan. They marveled at the colors. I agreed that our state finds itself blessed with autumn colors capped by majestic mountains and bountiful azure skies.
As I finished my apple, I noticed a touring rider coming down a dirt road with a sign, “Shrine Pass”. Peter pedaled over to me and introduced himself. From the Republic of Czech, he’s riding for two years around the world. We exchanged business cards.
I said, “How was that ride over Shrine Pass?”
“How you say? Superb beyond compare,” he said in broken English. “Take it my friend for a totally wilderness experience.”
After exchanging a few touring stories, we departed. I cranked up a dusty dirt road leading toward higher altitudes. Yes, I could have been coasting down to Vail, but I felt a good change from the Vail scene, plus the fact that this route would skirt Battle Summit Mountain Pass. It’s a long grind with a loaded touring bike.
Up, up, up, I climbed through the dust, but as I gained altitude, more pines, more rock, more ground cover that held tight to the tundra. Deep colors beckoned my eyes. The road snaked up and down, curved left, then right. Always upward toward the pass! Each pass enjoys its own personality. I found myself enjoying the quiet.
As I looked up from my pedaling toils, what do you know, a large racked bull elk looked up from his grazing at me not 40 yards away! Majestic! While they wonder through Evergreen often, I find them enthralling and regal in their wilderness settings. Something about their energy that inspires the Edward Abbey, John Muir and Henry David Thoreau in me.
“We need the tonic of wildness, to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.” Thoreau
I like traveling with my wheels close to the ground, yet my feet fly above it. I softly feather the ground with each pedal stroke. Something about my steel steed laced together with spokes and a two bands of rubber that carries me to distant quests.
At the top, Shrine Pass, probably 11,000 feet, proved a flat pass with lots of open fields that surrendered to pine trees. I followed a narrow dirt road that meandered downward at a slight three percent descent. Soon, the road re-entered deep pine woods along a river. Again, ground plants danced with colors right out of a Crayola box. Aspen once again dominated mountain sides to my right. They seemed to be selectively painted with a brush that created different shades of yellow, green, gold and in some places red dabs. Brilliant!
Condor, with 1.5 tires, gingerly made his way down the mountain, and to both our delights, the descent at three percent took 1.3 hours of gravity power! I snapped a dozen pictures and talked to a few campers along the way. At one point, I stopped at a cabin well over 100 years old. Wonder if the ghosts of the past could talk, what they might say about those miners in their time?! “In the winter, it’s colder than a well diggers ass,” they might lament.
Late in the afternoon, I rolled into Red Cliff. Three towns in Colorado might be called ‘funky’! Ward, Leadville and Red Cliff! Junked homes, trailers sunk into the ground, nice homes, junked cars and total lack of any pride in the areas! Several strange houses in Red Cliff make a visitor wonder who and why they built them. I picked up water at the “Provisions” store before climbing out of the town along the river that eventually ran into the Eagle River.
Above the town, I crossed the stunning arched metal green bridge that connected to Route 24 and headed south toward Leadville. I pedaled through deep woods along the Eagle River. Lumberjacks cut many trees from the beetle blight. Just before Camp Hale and the 10th Mountain Division soldier memorial, I camped in the woods by a stand of flaming golden aspens on the east side of the highway.
I pitched camp, cooked up hot chocolate and pasta primavera along with onion buns. As my food steamed, I sipped on soothing marshmellowed warmth that soothed my soul. I watched the sun set over the notched mountains to the west. After filling my tummy with tasty dinner, I unrolled my sleeping bag, wrote some notes, watched the sky turn to the ink black of space—and one by one, watched stars make their appearance in the night sky.
Next morning, hot oatmeal and apple slices and, of course, two cups of hot chocolate. God, it doesn’t get any better than that. Several hundred aspen leaves fell on my tent during the night. Just too cool!
After washing up, I hit the road with a blue-gray sky. Soon enough, I pedaled past Camp Hale. Thank the gentlemen of the 10th Mountain Division for their bravery in WWII.
Ah, the road headed upward. I geared down to my granny with a 24 to a 34 chain ring to freewheel. Only five miles to the top! Near the summit, an old Standard Oil gas station with a house offers cyclists free water. I tried the drum: Voila! Water! But even more fun, I watched a ruby throated hummingbird that landed on a pole above the roof of the building. He fluttered, flew and returned. His wings caught the morning sun. He looked around his domain, fluttered up and returned. I watched for five minutes. Finally, he flew away and so I returned to my own flight.
More aspen led me all the way to the top of 10,400 foot Tennessee Pass. At the top, an apple and a few pictures gave me enough time pull on some layers for the descent.
Something about coasting downhill after you earned the altitude. The bike rolls sweetly as if your legs enjoy enormous power! Down along the river, and in the distance, Mount Elbert, Massive and a line of 14ers that I have climbed. Further in those mountains, my memories of competing against Lance Armstrong in the Leadville 100 Mountain Bike Race Across the Sky.
I pressed the top gear on Condor while he responded by flying across the tundra. Horses and barns, over 100 years old, stood off the highway. Great feeling as the bike and man ‘flew’ toward 10,152 foot Leadville.
Once there, I filled my water bottles before taking off to Freemont. I saddled up and headed into a stiff wind with gathering storm clouds from the north. The road lead through golden aspen stands surrounded by green pines in exquisite forms only painted by nature’s indolent hand.
A half hour later, I faced the long, steep climb to the top of Freemont Pass.
“Well big guy,” I said to Condor. “Let’s get to the top before that storm hits.”
Yes, over the years and the many miles, I do talk to Condor. He possesses a personality. I’ve taken him apart and put him back together. He’s carried me over 16,000 foot passes in the Andes. He’s carried me across the Atacoma Desert, driest in the world. Dropped me below sea level in Death Valley at 116 degrees of suffocating heat! He has taken me to where the condors fly. As much as we’ve been through, he’s become a friend in my mind.
An hour later, we reached the sign, “Freemont Pass 11, 318”. A small exhibit behind the sign shows that Climax Mine, started in 1898 or so, yielded 700 million tons of rock mined to find minerals. Of course, it destroyed an entire mountain! John Denver lamented, “…more scars across the land.”
As I wrote notes and took pictures of the outdoor museum, which by the way, proved exceptionally interesting, a nasty, ominous, black storm front moved in over the pass. “Holy catfish Batman!” I said.
I ran over to Condor, took out my rain gear and pulled it on. I watched a rain squall wall of water heading toward me. By the time I got on Condor and we headed down the pass, it hit. Boy did it hit! For the next 10 miles to Copper, I coasted through a downpour. Yippee ki yo ki yea!
At Copper, it stopped. Hey, as long as I rode warm and dry, not a problem! But on the way back down the six mile path along the river to Frisco, the rain created more magic. Water glistened from every golden leaf as the sun broke through the cobalt sky. More leaves fell almost like a carpet for me to ride down that paved path. To my right, instant waterfalls cascaded down the steep slopes like silver ear rings from female movie stars at the Oscars. The ground colors turned even more wild and beautiful with water soaking them into glistening diamonds.
Within a short time, I pedaled into Frisco. Condor returned to the roof rack and my panniers found themselves dumped into the trunk. A raging hunger found satisfaction at the local Quisnos sub shop! And, a big mug of hot chocolate! Soon, I returned to the traffic heading back home. Condor and I lived a most excellent color tour adventure.
As Muir said, “Camp out among the grass and gentians of glacier meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of Nature’s darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”
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Frosty Wooldridge has bicycled across six continents – from the Arctic to the South Pole – as well as six times across the USA, coast to coast and border to border. In 2005, he bicycled from the Arctic Circle, Norway to Athens, Greece. He presents “The Coming Population Crisis in America: and what you can do about it” to civic clubs, church groups, high schools and colleges. He works to bring about sensible world population balance at www.frostywooldridge.com Enjoy his three bicycle books: HANDBOOK FOR TOURING BICYCLISTS; BICYCLING THE CONTINENTAL DIVIDE—SLICE OF HEAVEN, TASTE OF HELL; BICYCLING AROUND THE WORLD—TIRE TRACKS FOR YOUR IMAGINATION. He is the author of: America on the Brink: The Next Added 100 Million Americans.
September 26th, 2009
Living in white America as I do, it's good to be reminded of the incredible diversity of people living in this world. Walking through the streets of Istanbul today I encountered an astonishing array of world citizens--in addition to Europeans from every country,there were Russians and slavs,Chinese and Indians, and Muslim women wearing a wide range of clothing--young Turkish girls in jean and t-shirts, others like flocks of birds wearing flowing floor-length black robes and head scarves that revealed only their eyes, many older women wearing shapeless long black raincoats and scarves that covered their hair and framed their faces, and still others who wore scarves that covered their heads and were pulled down under their chins to form a "V." All were accompanied by a males in Western clothes--mostly jeans--who walked ahead of them.
Continue Reading September 25th, 2009
By Frosty Wooldridge
Part 2: A book review
Chris Steiner’s book, $20 PER GALLON, methodically illustrates how American society, in fact, world societies will change as the price of gasoline inevitably rises to $20 a gallon. Many may scream, “What about the 100 years of reserves in the Bakken Fields, or the ocean floor off of Alaska and more fields in the Gulf of Mexico?”
Again, emotions and sheer hearsay drive such hopeful myths. You may call the author a cretin, but the coming rises in the price of a gallon of gas cannot and will not be mitigated by hysteria. Again, as a teenager, I once bought gasoline at 19 cents a gallon in a gas war! If the Bakken fields held such vast quantities of oil as purported—you would see 19 cents a gallon again! Not!
With clever ingenuity, Steiner titles his chapters from Chapter $5 all the way to Chapter $20. He methodically illustrates how each of us will be affected by the costs of a gallon of gas. He advances some positive aspects of bettering humanity as prices rise.
“Oil prices enabled the SUV to thrive, but they will ultimately bury the SUV in its grave,” Steiner said. “Americans will, at long last, embrace diesel when gas reaches $6 a gallon. At the same time, $6 a gallon will mean fewer lives lost to crumpled steel and unyielding pavement.”
Steiner states that people will drive less, slower, smarter and wiser. Already in 2008 with $4.50 a gallon, Americans drove 100 billion less miles than they drove in 2007.
“Assuming the prices are sustained for a year at $4.00 a gallon, that would save 1,000 lives every month,” Steiner said. “That’s 12,000 people annually, almost a third of those killed on U.S. roads every year. At $6 a gallon, 15,600 lives will be saved and at $7 a gallon, 20,000 lives will be saved.” Currently, 44,000 Americans lose their lives on our highways annually.
When it comes to good health, Steiner said that rising prices will mean a trimmer America. Fat people, and America owns the record for obesity at 150 million plus, will walk or ride a bike. Obesity costs Americans $117 billion annually in early mortality and medical expenses.
“High gas prices will clean up our skies, clear our vistas and scrub our lungs,” Steiner said. “$6 gas will spark an infrastructure revolution and the era of widespread tolling. The yellow school bus will disappear from America’s roads. High prices will temper the major league travelling in youth sports. Police will patrol on foot.”
But hang onto your hats! At $8 a gallon, air travel will become quite constricted. In fact, Steiner said, “The skies will empty. When gas inevitably climbs to $8 a gallon, the airline carnage will be vast and it will come swiftly. When gas prices reach $8, airline carries will be throwing down 60 percent of their operating costs to fuel. That cannot be sustained. The ultimate contraction awaits. The airline dinosaurs will meet their asteroid deaths.”
Once the airlines cannot service Las Vegas, Vail, Aspen and Jackson Hole ski areas—as well as many other pricy resorts in the Caribbean—we will see major changes in the economy. When you cannot pay air fare to Disneyworld, those attractions will become extinct. Most college bound teens will see their school choices shrink drastically.
“Gas prices of $10 a gallon may seem far away, but if you look at the fundamentals of the world’s supplies, and the certainty of rising demands, it’s a number we will almost definitely see within the next 10 years,” Steiner said. “At the same time, plug-in hybrids will form the bridge we need to an electric car world.”
A man named Shai Agassi heads up Better Place, a company he founded to solve the logistical riddles facing electric cars in a world and infrastructure built for gasoline. “We don’t have a choice,” he said. “We either do this, or we suffer the catastrophic failures of economic ruin and global climate change.”
Steiner said, “Converting our personal transportation platform from one based on gasoline to one powered by electricity is one of the most imperative measures we will take in shaping a sustainable future for our country and for the global civilization as a whole. This will not be an easy transition. Car ownership will plummet at $10 a gallon. People will end up forfeiting their cars altogether. Traffic flows on major arteries will ebb and the side effects that began to take hold at $6 gas—fewer crash deaths, less pollution, less obesity—will be firing in full force at $10 gas.”
With rising gas prices, Steiner says we will face another big change: plastics! That pesky invention created the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, trash all over the planet and more gadgets than humans can handle.
Part 3: Finding out what will happen when gas rises from $12 to $20 a gallon. Back to basics for food, for water for living.
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To take action: First and foremost, join www.numbersusa.com and become one of nearly a million Americans making impact with pre-written faxes and phone calls to change immigration policies toward a stable future. Bi-partisan and highly effective!
Second, join www.thesocialcontract.com for up to date information via the Social Contract Quarterly. Exceptional publication to keep you informed.
www.fairus.org ; www.vdare.com ; www.alipac.us ; www.firecoalition.com ; www.cairco.org ; www.limitstogrowth.com ; www.capsweb.org ; www.populationmedia.org ; www.worldpopulationbalance.org ; LimitsToGrowth.org
America on the Brink: The Next Added 100 Million Americans by Frosty Wooldridge. This book covers all the ramifications of adding 100 million people to the USA in the next 26 years by 2035.
Visit this site for a rendition of Colorado Governor Lamm’s speech: “How to Destroy America”
http://usawakeup.org/HowToDestroyAmerica.htm
Must see DVD: “Blind Spot” http://www.snagfilms.com/films/title/blind_spot/
This movie illustrates America’s future without oil, water and other resources to keep this civilization functioning. It’s a brilliant educational movie! www.blindspotdoc.com
In Canada: Tim Murray,
Director Immigration Watch Canada www.immigrationwatch.org
Vice President Biodiversity First http://biodiversityfirst.googlepages.com/index.htm
Blog http://sinkinglifeboat.blogspot.com
Please visit Annie Leonard at www.storyofstuff.com for a compelling and highly interesting 20 minute video concerning our high consumption, highly wasteful and unsustainable society. She educates and provides avenues for you to make a difference.
Visit this web site by Chris Martenson: http://www.chrismartenson.com/environmental_data
In Colorado: visit www.soprisfoundation.org for information how you can network with like-minded folks to create a more sustainable future for Colorado and other states.
View CNN’s “Planet in Peril” with Anderson Cooper and Lisa Ling:
http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2008/planet.in.peril/
Ghost of Thomas Paine—compelling video of common sense
http://www.lawatchdog.com/index.html#anchor_2296
BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA: D.C.: (202)224-2854 comment@whitehouse.gov
Books to read: “The Long Emergency” by James Howard Kunstler
“Peak Everything” by Richard Heinberg
“Too Many People” by Lindsey Grant
Become a member of “Frosty’s Press Agent Corps” whereby you volunteer a few hours to send out emails to top TV and radio hosts to offer top speakers on America’s overpopulation crisis driven by unending immigration. Email frostyw@juno.com and receive two informational letters showing you exactly what to do.
Roy Beck's "IMMIGRATION BY THE NUMBERS" is the single best educational appreciation of America's future if we allow ourselves to add another 100 million people. Just click on this site for the most sobering experience of your children's future.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4094926727128068265&q=roy+beck&hl=en
Roy Beck gives a graphic presentation of our fate if we continue to allow legal and illegal immigration to swamp this country. If you have children, you will be particular unnerved at their fate. I know Roy Beck personally and his integrity and knowledge stand at the top. Pass this web site 14 minute video far and wide across America to educate everyone you know. We either stop this human tsunami or the future of this country will be much like Rome's. We must, as a nation and a civilization, move to secure our country from this massive, unrelenting population overload from a line that never ends. This will be the most compelling 14 minute video of your life.
Once you see it, go to my web site for action items www.frostywooldridge.com and join www.numbersusa.com to become a weekly faxer of pre written letters and join the phone calling teams.
Bob Woodruff of ABC asked input from all citizens concerning the future of our planet. Go to www.earth2100.tv for a sobering reality check as to what we face and to what I have been writing about for the past 20 years. Our ‘window’ to change to a balanced population and non-polluting energy diminishes every day we listen to irresponsible media and thus ignore the blatant symptoms manifesting all over America and the planet.
From: Frosty Wooldridge
This three minute interview with Adam Schrager on “Your Show” May 4, 2008, NBC Channel 9 News, addresses the ramifications of adding 120 million people to USA in 35 years and six million people to Colorado as to water shortages, air pollution, loss of farmland, energy costs and degradation of quality of life. In the interview, Frosty Wooldridge explains the ramifications of adding 120 million people to the USA in 35 years. He advances new concepts such as a “Colorado Carrying Capacity Policy”; “Colorado Environmental Impact Policy”; “Colorado Water Usage Policy”; “Colorado Sustainable Population Policy”. Nationally, the USA needs a "National Sustainable Population Policy" to determine the carrying capacity of this nation for the short and long term. Wooldridge is available for interviews on radio and TV having interviewed on ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN and FOX.
Go to: www.frostywooldridge.com and click on “Audio/Video” tab
Frosty Wooldridge has bicycled across six continents – from the Arctic to the South Pole – as well as six times across the USA, coast to coast and border to border. In 2005, he bicycled from the Arctic Circle, Norway to Athens, Greece. He presents “The Coming Population Crisis in America: and what you can do about it” to civic clubs, church groups, high schools and colleges. He works to bring about sensible world population balance at www.frostywooldridge.com He is the author of: America on the Brink: The Next Added 100 Million Americans.
September 25th, 2009
The And Hotel is dark and suitably 3rd World, but I can see the minarettes of the Hagia Sophia from my window.
After 15 hours of flight time and 10 hours of layovers I arrived Ataturk International Airport around 2 hours ago. After paying $20 for a 30-day visa, I excited the terminal in search of the ride I had arranged on the Internet.After scanning the hand-written signs held desulterally aloft by drivers and tour guides several times, I determined my guy was absent. Two other drivers offered me a ride to town for 20 euros, but I had been quoted 10, so I said I'd wait. A few more minutes passed before a third driver approached and asked if I had a contact number he could call for me. I thanked him as he dialed the mobile number of the driver, who answered and said he was running late. Fifteen minutes later I found him at the information counter when I answered a page for Miss Barbara.
The traffic in Istanbul is as fast and tightly packed as Asia, but the drivers appear to obey the rules. On the way to the Sultanahmet district we passed defensive walls from the middle ages, broken and incorporated into low-rise hotels and homes. As my driver turned sharply in to the old (c. 500 AD) part of the city I got my first glimpse of the enormous dome and soaring minarettes of the Hagia Sophia, which will be my first stop tomorrow morning.
Barbara
September 24th, 2009
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