To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. -Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8.

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose” - Wm. Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

Oh, it’s Nutria. Those beaver-lookin’ rodents have been a pest here in the East since the late 19th C. Some ding-dong thought to raise them for fur, the market for it never really appeared, and a lot of the buggers escaped or were let go by bankrupt nutriaherders. Someone else tried apparently to start a fur trade out West, and…

Our Sun is a second- or third-generation star. All of the rocky and metallic material we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interior of a red giant star. We are made of star-stuff. - Carl Sagan

Instead of erasing that twit’s name from everything, why don’t we just tuck all the reminders of him into a set of warehouses down some little used side-street. We could call it ‘Damnation Alley’…

All Of Them! Ahahahahahahahahaaaaa…