Lung Damage

 

The Amazon Rainforest is on fire.

What does that have to do with me?, you ask.

Well, let’s see: For starters, the Rainforest produces 20% of the oxygen in the world’s atmosphere.

I’ll let you dwell on that for a minute.

One-fifth of the world’s oxygen. Small wonder the Amazon is known as “the lungs of the planet.”

And it’s burning up. At a record rate, according to Brazil’s National Institute for Space Research, who has been tracking the fires since 2013. More than 1½ soccer fields of Amazon rainforest are being destroyed every minute of every day, according to the Institute.

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When I first learned about it today, it horrified me, but I felt totally helpless to do anything.

Do you feel the same?

Then, go to https://www.cnet.com/how-to/the-amazon-rainforest-is-on-fire-what-we-know-so-far-and-how-you-can-help/ for some suggestions on what you can do, short of actually going down there and fighting the fires yourself, and for more background on this story.

Share it with everyone. Our planet is losing its capacity for keeping us alive. Don’t know about you, but I think that’s serious.

National Joke

 

For all my Liberal readers out there, some jokes to make your day from fellow blogger Ends and Beginnings

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Trump Clown

Yes, this clown is our national joke but today is also officially National Tell a Joke Day. So to celebrate and recognize our national joke with some humor, at his expense, below are a few of my favorite T-rump jokes. Feel free to share yours.

How do you get Trump to change a light bulb? Tell him Obama put it in.

What’s the difference between Trump and the Hindenburg? One is a flaming Nazi gasbag and the other is a zeppelin.

What did Trump say when asked how to respond to Hurricane Florence? “Pay her the same as Stormy Daniels!”

A man died one day and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, “What are all those clocks?” St. Peter replied, “Those are lie clocks. Everyone on earth has a lie-clock. Every…

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It’s All Right to Be Left

 

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Today, August 13th, is International Left Handers Day. A day for my people!

Yes, I am left-handed. A lefty. A southpaw. A weirdo. The English word sinister is derived from the Latin word for “left”. Gauche, French for “left”, is used in English to describe someone who is lacking in the social graces.

See how well thought of we are?

Nevertheless, I’m in an exclusive club; it’s estimated about 11% of the world’s population is left-handed.

Mind you, I’m not strictly southpawed. I throw right-handed. I golf right-handed. I bowl right-handed. I dance right-handed. Wait a minute…

Anyway, most anything else, I do left-handed. Yes, even that.

Writing left-handed is really annoying, though: I smear ink everywhere. I can’t even write in pencil without getting lead all on the side of my hand. And you can forget about felt markers.

Crayons, I remember doing okay with.

I’m sure it’s because pens are made for right handers. They’re not, really, but a lot of other things are. Scissors come to mind right away. We lefties just have to adapt. Like I had to when I broke my left wrist, and had to use my right hand for everything. That was fun. Fortunately, that only lasted a few weeks.

Anyway, I just want to say, take a lefty to lunch today.

And watch him eat.