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Lessons from Macchu Picchu !

TODD FROSS — Sat, 26 Mar 2011 19:13:00 GMT

             Sheryl Crow came very close to the Truth when she suggested that we use only two folds of toilet paper to wipe with . The Truth is "Use your finger, use a rag , use a stick , use a leaf , use grass , use anything but toilet paper " !
            There are places Environmentalists won't go , they will get close but in the end they just can't " Do it " ! They will come as close as two folds of toilet paper to the truth and no closer !
            Yellowstone Park had 3.2 million tourists in the summer of 2010 . To get some idea of just how many people that is , Wyoming has a pop. of 500,000 +. In Yellowstone last summer there were 625,000 people per acre and or 14.3 people per sq foot !.......................OMG !

            Do you have any idea how much sewage is produced by 3.2 million Tourists and how much air is polluted ?

             At Macchu Picchu Park in South America , you are not allowed to go to the bathroom ! How is it that, a Third World Country can cross that "Two folds of Toilet Paper" Boundary and Environmentalists can't ?

             The Environmentalists have closed down logging - Today from Colo to Mont the forests are dead . Pine Beetles have turned the American West into a tender box and when it catches fire it will be devastating ! Where is the US Forest Service ?

             The Environmentalists have destroyed Yellowstone Park - In 1995 there were 20,000 Elk in the N Yellowstone Elk herd , there were 19,000 in the S Yellowstone Elk herd and depending on who you talk to , there were 10-15 thousand Elk that stayed in the Park and never came out either end.
              In 1995 Wolves were brought illegally from Canada and released in Yellowstone Park . It was common knowledge that there were Native Timber Wolves who were making a come back . Thought to be Extinct since the turn of the century . These Wolves - Canis Lupus Irremotus - would be destroyed if Non-Native Canadian Grey Wolves were released , they were and the Native Timber Wolves are now truly Extinct . This Extinction is on the Head of the Environmental Movement !
              The Lacey Act was violated no less than 8 times and the Endangered Species Act was exposed for the Fraudulent Legislation that it is .
               All of these allegations are a matter of Public record and all these Heinous Crimes will be prosecuted as the Public becomes aware of the monumental catastrophe Wolf Intoduction has been !

                Environmentalists Hate Cowboys as much as they hate a Fetus -   The Environmentalists are using the wolf as a soldier , war has been declared on the American West . What is at stake is real estate and water and Cowboys are setting on all of it .
               The Environmental Agenda has never been Wildlife oriented , it has always been driven by envy ! Environmentalists want the West to play in and they are incapable of sharing .
                An Eco-System as defined by an Environmentalist is , " Get rid of everybody and everything you don't like to see while jogging " !
               To give you even a clearer picture , let's take "PRO CHOICE" for example . Environmentalists   scream bloody murder if you even talk about taking away a Womans right to choose .....but let Montana , Idaho and Wyoming say they don't want the Wolf and all you hear are crickets !
              Why ? Simple, Abortion is population control , the beauty of "PRO CHOICE "  is it's self inflicted , the unborn never complain . It is the perfect CRIME !
             Wolf introduction did not enjoy "The Silence of The Lambs" MUTE VICTIMS , while it is true that animals can't talk , absence of Wildlife speaks volumes .

WOLF INTRODUCTION WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS A HATE CRIME , PERPETRATED AGAINST THE WILDLIFE AND CITIZENS OF THE AMERICAN WEST !

               But back to two folds of toilet paper , tons of human sewage , tons of garbage and the carbon footprint of Tourism in Yellowstone Park .
                When a Society looses it's mind , they also lose their soul and what we have seen with the Environmental Movement is the biggest shift towards Darkness since Germany in the Thirty's !
                When tourism trumps common sense , there is something foul afoot . When 3.2 million tourist go to the bathroom in Yellowstone Park and think nothing of it.........how much thinking has gone into any of the Environmental Movement ?

                 Just like the Grand Canyon , tourists should be required to take their waste out of the Park . There should be no toilets in Yellowstone , for anybody and that includes Park Service Personal !
No one should be allowed to live inside the Park ! Living outside the Park would be good for the communities that have been mistreated by the NPS for years and those communities would see some much needed revenue, that has historically gone directly to Washington DC or the Rockefellers . All the concessions are owned by the Rockefellers  . It's time for Wy, Mont and Idaho to milk the cash cow !
TJ Fross Cofounder "SaveWesternWildlife"

BAMBI Prt. 3

TODD FROSS — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 15:45:00 GMT

Taylor was a son of O’Grady, he was slower than the other wolves but one of the best tacticians. He had personally run the last twelve Buffalo in Yellowstone into the canyon below the falls.

He revered his father but of late he was imagining what he would do if he was the leader. Wasting all this time and energy on a fawn seemed “Insane.” But Taylor knew O’Grady’s appetite for the young. O’Grady had told him once,” I love to see the Fear in their eyes and feel their death in my mouth. There is a certain Abrupt Injustice about it that one can only interpret as POWER.”

Taylor was haunted by the Black Wolf they had killed on the ice. He saw him in every shadow and when he slept he would hear the drums and be awakened by the sounds of Death. Silence eluded him, quiet could not be found, and he had not rested in centuries. Destruction was all he had ever known, death was all he had ever seen, he longed for extinction.

Nancy didn’t think at all, she was pure instinct, she would breed but never have pups. Her devotion was to O’Grady and it had its roots in the pain he dealt to her. Abuse was her religion O’Grady was her God. Tears ran from her eyes constantly, her heart wept but she ignored it. Devotion is an ocean, if you can find it you can drown and Nancy was drowning. She was in Love. She never slept, she never ate and she spoke only to herself but she would never answer, she had nothing to say.

The rest of the pack were just killers, soulless minions of death.

There were only eleven wolves left of the ninety that had crossed the water, and they were headed for Dubois.

- DUBOIS -

There are good boys, there are bad boys, and then there is Dubois.

Doug had been born and raised in Dubois and it had broken his heart to see what the environmentalist had done to his town. The timber industry had been the first to go, then the livestock. Tourism and hunting were the town’s last hope, and between the wolf and grizzly, both of those were now gone.

He loved a good horse and was at home with a rifle and had reached the end of his rope. As he saddled his horse Chili, he knew that what he was about to do would be breaking the law, his Grandpa had been a sheriff, so he wasn’t going into this with his eyes closed. But to stand by and do nothing about the brutal assault by the wolf and grizzly on the Elk, moose and deer went against every Wyoming bone in his body.

Men of good conscience suffer fools in silence, until they don’t, Doug was thru suffering fools.

Doug pointed his horse Chili towards Togwotee Pass hoping for a collision with destiny. It was just getting light and he was going to kill wolves.

-Magpie-

Bamby waited for what seemed an eternity then a Magpie appeared. He was very proper in appearance and tried to be aloof but his Magpie nature was hard to control. He loved to talk.

“The owl said I was supposed to take you as far as Warm Springs but wouldn’t tell me why ‘squawk’ and to hurry,” he cocked his head from side to side and walked in a circle around Bamby as he spoke, he looked like he was walking up hill all the time.

“What is at Warm Springs and what is the rush?”

“Safety, I am being followed by Wolves and lots of ‘em,” said Bamby,” My mother told me …” Bamby was suddenly very lonely and very sad … “I’m sorry; I am trying to make it to Dubois.”

“Then we should be on our way, you can bet those Wolves are moving, probably didn’t stop. I followed a bunch for six days once and they stopped one time for about an hour. One time in six days, no rest for the wicked I guess ‘Squawk.’”

“I guess. That’s why the rest of us can’t get any sleep.”

“That would seem to be the reason.”

Doug crossed the Big Wind River at Parkers corrals; he was headed for Salt Ridge. At Salt Ridge he could then cut all that country back to the Togwotee and hopefully pick up wolf tracks.

He was in Wild Cat Draw when it started snowing, he couldn’t believe it he had seen it snow in July but never August. The wind picked up and the snow swirled making it hard to see. In the narrowest part of Wildcat he saw what looked to be a man sitting on a stump holding the reins of a pale, almost white horse.

“Good Mornin!’” said Doug, pulling Chili to a stop he couldn’t see the stranger’s face but he could see the rifle that lay across his lap. He seemed to be reading something.

“Same to ya,” The stranger said then leaned forward and spit, but never offered to turn around, both he and the pale horse had their backs to the storm.

“I don’t think I have ever seen it snow in August, and I’ve lived here all my life,” said Doug, trying to start a conversation.

“I’ve seen it a couple of times,” the stranger turned and looked up at Doug,” it happens every time hell freezes over.”

Doug froze in terror, what he was looking at wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before. All he could see were two pin holes of light where the eyes should be, the man was a shadow. Doug wanted to leave but he couldn’t move and he couldn’t look away.

The pale horse and Chili suddenly heard something to the north. When the Pale horse turned its head, Doug realized that the horse had no eyes

The shadowy figure brought his rifle up and stood it on his right knee,” They’re coming, horses always know.” He pulled his hat down, buttoned the top button on his coat. He stood laid what he had been reading down on the stump. Stepped around to right side of the pale horse and slid his rifle into the scabbard, “I’ll take the high ground. All you can do is wound them, I can kill them.” He stepped back to the left side and effortlessly onto the pale horse.” So wound them good.”

(TO BE CONTINUED )

Frree Coyote

TODD FROSS — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 13:43:00 GMT

BAMBY PART 2

TODD FROSS — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 14:56:00 GMT

THE DREAM

Bamby could hear strange voices, she was standing next to the and it was winter. She could see her mother on the other side, she was saying something but Bamby was unable to hear.

“Where am I, what is this place,”? Bamby asked aloud.

“You are across the water”, a voice answered, a voice that sent a chill through his bones and swept through him like a wind. It was the voice of Wyoming, the black wolf. “You are my Witness.”

At that moment Bamby saw other Wolves, they appeared out of the steam that swirled from the . There were twenty-seven white wolves; they had risen from the snow. They came to the river and stopped. They were looking to the North. Then Bamby saw the voices that she had been hearing, they were on the water. She had no way of knowing but she was looking at Anasazi Indians.

“This is where it happened”.

Bamby turned to see the Spirit of Wyoming standing next to him.

“You will witness the second Extinction.” His voice was like an Eagles’ wings.

“Who are they …”? Bamby was looking towards the Indians who were chanting on the water. The Indians crouched shoulder to shoulder on the water, from bank to bank. They crouched and sang to the East and West, forming a human bridge and Bamby could hear a drum.

“They are the Bridge,” Wyoming spoke.

Bamby felt Wyoming’s words in his heart. “I don’t understand”, said Bamby.

“You will”, said Wyoming.

There was a clap of thunder and the ground shook. There were many voices and the world trembled. Then Bamby saw them; Buffalo. They appeared from the North and swept across the Bridge. Everything that touched them and everything that they touched burst into flames and it was their intent to burn everything. The sound of echoes. The sound of death. The sound of burning pitch and charcoal. The Blackness of Wyoming the Wolf was upon the land.

The “One’s With No Heart”, ninety Grey Wolves, swept across the bridge and across the water, no hearts, no souls, death incarnate. The ground bubbled beneath Bamby’s hooves. Ravens and crows followed the Grey Wolves. Like black arrows, the ravens and crows attacked Wyoming and his pack. The smoke of many fires turned the sun red; the carried the blood of Yellowstone.

The wolves battled among the passing Buffalo who swept over the Bridge, thousands upon thousands of Buffalo galloping from Oblivion into Eternity.

Wolves knifed and bit and fell. Tongues were bitten in two. Hearts burst. Buffalo hooves ground Grey’s and White’s alike, until at last, all that was left was Wyoming.

Twelve Grey wolves surrounded him on the ice of . Ash fell like dead snow. The sun was red. The ice was red. The drum stopped. Wyoming was no more.

The Indians silently stood, and all turned to face west as the sun went down.

The last buffalo to cross the Bridge was a calf. The Buffalo calf stopped and turned to Bamby and spoke: “We are the Wind, we are the Fire, we are the Grass, we are the Blizzard, we have crossed the Water but we are hidden. You have seen us, you now have Medicine.”

The Indians stood on the water of the for a long time. Then turned and silently followed the buffalo calf south.

Bamby understood.

Midnight

Bamby was awakened by an owl; the moon was sweeping through the sky. Bamby heard the owl again, only this time she understood that the owl was talking to her.

“Do- you- hear- me?” said the owl, “Do- you- see- me? I- see- you.”

“I do hear you,” said Bamby,” Do you know Aldo?”

“Do-you”? The owl fluffed his feathers; the moonlight was trapped in his large eyes, a gargoyle in feathers silhouetted against a full moon.

“Why can I hear you?” asked Bamby, more to herself than the owl.

“You- just -do, now follow me,” the owl leapt into the waiting night.

“But what about Aldo?” There was no answer, only the distinct feeling that she should follow the owl.

Making his way through the downed timber was no easy task. Bamby heard and saw those things that go bump in the night. Clouds chased the moon across the sky, but steadily the owl moved them up Togwotee pass.

When they reached the owl told Bamby to wait. “Stay here. I must go and look ahead. Stay out of the wind and out of site. You are not safe.”

Bamby waited

THE WOLVES: “We are the tools of lesser men, death is what we do”.

O’Grady led the pack of wolves, their private Demons kept them silent and swift, a band of Butchers.

O’Grady was the Wolf that had nearly gotten Bamby, O’Grady hated failure, he chastised himself- then he consoled himself-then he rededicated himself, O’Grady was insane.

They lost Bamby’s scent at the Little Buffalo River; desperation was in full control as they cast back and forth, up and down the river bank.

O’Grady pounced on the youngest wolf and killed him, “Find it”! He said to the rest of them.

A howl went up, “We are the tools of lesser men, death is what we do”. The trail had been found, swiftly and silently they headed east.

They moved like smoke on the wind, their eyes were like brass, and their hearts were stones. The land was silent for they had killed almost everything, almost. This was maddening for O’Grady he wanted it all Dead, then he wanted to kill “Them”, he looked at his band of butchers and was repulsed. That would have to wait; he had smaller fish to fry.

When they came to the timber they spread out, like a net, they seined the forest.

( To Be Continued)

BAMBY- part 1

TODD FROSS — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 13:16:00 GMT

BAMBy.BLOG

I don’t believe in conspiracies, to do so I would have to believe that there is a Devil, but Bambi did raise Hell for the “Hunters” of the world. This animated film marked the beginning of Liberal Bias, California Child Worshiping and my own awareness of how people, I had never met and would never meet, would and could change my world and there was no way I could change theirs. I became aware of “Power”, and how, like a rifle, you can miss the target and hit something you never meant to, you have to know what you are doing.

Bamby I’m sure, all will agree, died in 1995. She died at the hands of Bruce Babbitt, when Bruce released the Wolves he sealed Bamby’s fate and revealed the true Nature of Liberals, 40,000 dead Elk(and counting) later, 7000 plus MEXICANS in 2008 and how many Abortions since 1995? We get it; Liberals are not Conservative when it comes to Death. Oh I almost forgot, the Moose are headed for Extinction and there has been no water in parts of for three years- “NANCY PELOSIE”??????

Prologue

The Bamby of today would differ from the original. In the original the problem was the human hunter being portrayed as a Wolf. Today’s Bamby would be on a fast track to oblivion being pursued by Wolf lovers (Liberals) portrayed as wolves and Father O’Grady, the pedophile Catholic Priest as himself, The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.

All these fine folks pursuing Bamby and her mother thru the burnt out remains of . Bamby’s mother, still beautiful after all these years, would be hoping against hope, wishing upon that star. Only to find out that “It really does make a difference WHO YOU ARE”. The audience is captivated by the UNNATURAL NATURE of it all, and all the while Bamby will struggle with gender identity.

Just like the Discovery Channel only animated, we watch as the Wolves are about to Kill Bamby and her mother. We listen as Bamby’s mother explains, in broken, out of breath dialog, as they run for their lives. That it only seems like a Holocaust, how the fact that they are the last deer in 8,000 sq. miles should not cause Bamby any concern. That she should never stop believing in the promise of tomorrow and head for Dubois. She would be safe there.

Bamby in a cute, Disney animated voice, looks up at her mother with those big Bamby eyes and ask’s,” What does Holocaust mean”?

At this moment Bamby’s mother is cut down, white fangs, snarling. Bamby narrowly escapes the jaws of death. Bamby is now alone, we all know her fate but we can’t look away, it’s all so natural.

A cast of characters will appear and disappear, there is a Magpie, a skunk and some that will become Extinct like the Native Wyoming Wolf and Bamby herself. All the Canadian Wolves end up once again in Extinction not in Canada, including Father O’Grady-Extinction not in Ireland.

BAMBY

By T.J. Fross

Bamby runs wildly thru a surreal landscape, skeletal remains of a forest blackened by fire. The dead forest surrounds her and stretches for miles; there is no place to hide.

Finally she can see lights and hope wells up in her, Dubois, sanctuary at last. Running as fast as her legs will carry her she crashes head long into a fence. In her semi-conscious state the ghost of her Mother appears.

“Bamby, Bamby, wake up”, it’s the ghost of her mother, “You’ve been running the wrong direction, and Dubois is the other way. This is Jackson Hole, they hate us here too. Your only chance is to make it to Dubois”.

“But it is nearly Daylight, I’ll never make it, it is impossible,” Bamby drops her head in despair.

“Just remember, it makes a difference who you are”, Mother says lovingly, and her ghost is gone.

Bamby feels new strength. Her mother’s words are her new strength. She is evolving, she could have Evolved faster had her mother lived, but that is no longer an option. She is the last of her line she must survive; she must make it to Dubois. She follows the Snake; she is spotted at Moran where the Wolf Recovery Team is informed of the existence of a potential food source headed east towards

Night OnTogwotee Pass

The mountain looms in front of him, on the other side lay Dubois and his last chance at survival. Dubois has no ten foot tall fence surrounding it, not like Jackson Hole. She remembered the horrible stories her mother had told him of seeing people in BMW’s lined up watching as the mighty Elk herd was chopped to pieces by the Wolves.

The Moose were the first to go, the wolves killed them in the willows where none could see and no one said anything. Then they came for the Buffalo and still no one spoke. Then they came for the Elk and crowds watched but all were silent. Now they had come for Bamby, and when he was gone the land would be empty.

The sheltering was comforting, Bamby walked cautiously, his senses were sharpened by the knowledge that he was the last Deer in 8000 sq. miles. From the corner of his eye he saw a movement, he froze.

Aldo Loopold was the last spotted skunk on and quite possibly in the world and not friendly as a rule. But when facing Extinction, lonely takes on a whole new meaning.

“Hello”, he spoke very softly.

Bamby didn’t move.

“Are you lost? Where is your mother”?

Bamby was still silent.

Aldo was getting annoyed,” Your Deer in the headlights routine is a big reason a lot of you are gone.”

This was too much for Bamby, “They are all gone, there are no more, and I am the last of my kind. My mother was killed by the Wolves this morning and I am trying to get to Dubois. She told me I would be safe there, I am so traumatized that all I am running on is nerves, I haven’t eaten because I hate Grass. All I think about is milk….”

“Good luck with that”.

“What do you mean by that, are you totally without feelings, can’t you sympathize with my desperate situation”? Bamby needed coddling.

“None of the above, no, no, and most definitely not. What you need to do is Evolve or you are going to die. And you had better keep your voice down or we are all going to die, and I do mean all’.

“Sorry,” Tears welled up in Bamby’s eyes;” I had always pictured a different world for myself, a more caring, gentle, and enlightened world”.

“Where have you been,”? Incredulity dripping from Aldo’s voice.

“Over there,” Bamby looked toward the West, toward Jackson Hole.

“Ah the Gulag, born in a Gulag, that explains it.”

“Explains what”?

“Your skewed view of the world. You are Delewisional”.

“Delewisional”?

“Yes, you are Delewisional and Clark, a psychosis that started back in the ‘70’s’. People wanted to take the West away from the people who owned it and devolve it, recreate the American West that Lewis and Clark encountered.”

“What is Devolve”? Bamby was impressed with this spotted skunks knowledge of a world she had just been thrust into.

Aldo responded to this question as the recognition of his intellect,” Well it is the Conscious Choice to go backwards in an effort to go forward, but the tools don’t follow. So when you arrive at that place, that you have deemed better, you have no tools to preserve that position, thus De-Evolution.”.

“What tools,”? Asked Bamby.

“Time! Time is the tool that you lose. Time doesn’t go backwards it moves forward. It creates and destroys, it is unstoppable. Time owns the MOMENT when choices are made and once the choice is made it can’t be undone. From that point forward you are in Survival Mode.

“Wow, where did you come up with that one”? Bamby was impressed.

“Look around you, you are in it, you are being Devolved”.

“But I didn’t choose this”.

“I am aware”, said Aldo,” This is what Devolvers did not understand. When you take it upon yourself to change the world and you use Deadly force there are consequences. What the Devolvers did was Declare War on the Good of the West.

First they burnt it, the Devastation was Biblical. After the fire I found a canyon where thousands of Elk had suffocated, I ate well for a very long time.”

“You ate them”? Bamby was shocked

“Of course, you never want to waste a good disaster. It was at this time that I came to know Wyoming”.

“Wyoming,”? said Bamby.

“That is what I called the Wolf that showed up in the ”.

“So there were Wolves here! before these Killers”! Bamby was amazed.” My mother said that they brought these in from the North because the Sierra Club wanted to watch death matches in the whole of Yellowstone. Africa Envy is what she called it”.

“The Serengeti Pain, how well I remember. They knew that there were wolves here already, but Wyoming and his pack were Hunters not Killers. They had learned the hard lessons of the First Extinction they had learned the Coyote Way.

What the National Park Service and Sierra Club wanted was full on Killing Machines and Wyoming and his pack were too Ethical.”

“Too Ethical?” Bamby loved lore.

“Yes Ethical, I watched and listened as Wyoming’s pack fed and rested in that canyon. I learned that they were the reason that few wolves were ever seen, they had kept the killers from the North out, and they had protected Yellowstone for eons.”

They called the Northern Wolves “Those With No Heart”.

Bamby whispered, “My mother called them the “One’s with no Soul”. She said they moved like a hail storm, nothing was left standing. First time I ever saw them was this morning, and all I saw were jaws….and I heard them “Snap”!

Aldo shivered,” That is the last sound many have heard, but you are the first I’ve met who lived to tell about it.”

“What did Wyoming look like”? Bamby asked. She wanted to lay down she was tired and felt safe here.

“He was black, but what I remember most were his eyes, they were like the sun on water and his voice was like Eagles wings.”

“Eagles wings?” what’s that sound like?

“Well”, Aldo was thinking, “Listen…………………………”

Bamby closed her eyes, concentrating with all her might she listened to the night and fell to sleep.

( To Be Continued)

COMING SOON

TODD FROSS — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 14:00:00 GMT

COMING SOON , BAMBY RIDES AGAIN-
RUN WITH BAMBY AS SHE STRUGGLES TO STAY ALIVE IN THE NEW WEST. PURSUED BY WOLVES, HE/SHE STUGGLES WITH IDENTITY AND EXTINCTION AT EVERY TURN. DISNEY COULDN'T TELL THIS STORY AND ONLY THE TRUEST LIBERAL COULD APPRECIATE THE IRONY OF HOW HE/SHE MEETS HER UNTIMELY END. IT'S ALL SO NATURAL YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO TURN AWAY. DEVASTATION AT IT'S ENLIGHTENED BEST, BRINGING NEW MEANING TO THE TERM NEW WORLD ORDER.

ELITISTS ISSUE FATWAH ON THE WEST

TODD FROSS — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 12:35:00 GMT

The more things change the more they stay the same, no where is that truer than in the New Liberal Infested West. Complete with Wolves, Grizz and the Eternal winters. Death once more stalks the land. All the efforts of those who have come before have been undone in an effort to duplicate the chaos of nature run amuck, as in the days of Lewis and Clark. The end result will be the same, "Man cannot live with Nature on Natures terms". “Man cannot live with all men” and this is the Problem.

Were we put here by “Intelligent Design” or “Unintelligent Design”? And who has the Right to design the Victims?

Wyoming’s Wildlife is being decimated and all you can hear is a Deafening Silence. Elk by the thousands, our own Wyoming Wolf relegated to extinction, vanishing Moose, destruction of livestock, all Victims by Design. ,

I worked for the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) in 1970; Paul Petzoldt was there at that time. You could go anywhere in the mountains on foot or horse back, and there was nothing that could "KILL YOU" or your horse. NOLS at that time was not the Elitist Institution that it has become, proof in point, I worked there then, I couldn't get that job now.
The Elitist were there, we just didn't know, or at least I didn't know what they were capable of, neither did Paul Petzoldt.

                     There was a coupe and Paul Petzoldt lost the school he had founded. Those that were involved claimed it was necessary, how it was done was more akin to" Theft” than anything else. This was only the beginning; many more Elitist Thefts that would follow.
                        The last time I ever saw Paul Petzoldt, it was at his birthday in Idaho. He got up to thank everyone and then said, “I forgive ALL YOU SONSABITCH'S''.
                        I don't think he really did.

The hijacking of NOLS by Elitist marks the beginning of the Elitist Liberal push to destroy the West that I had grown up in.

· The Theft of the Wool Incentive Program

The Wool Incentive Program was instituted by the US Govt. to insure that there would be Wool in case there was another War; it was deemed a Strategic Material. It is still a strategic material but “Patagonia” like’s the plastics and supports the Wolf who is killing their competition.

Just remember, it cost’s thee times more to recycle a plastic bottle than it does to make it. Wool is made from Grass!!!!! “Are You Really Green or Just Obscene?”

                      In the 80's we heard the first whispers, "Bring back the Wolf?" It was also at that time the Liberals began their attack on the Sheep Men." Welfare Ranching" was the battle cry, they wanted our Wool Incentive to fund the Reintroduction of Wolves. The agenda was simple take everything from everybody, just like they had done to Paul Petzoldt, and it worked, it was rescinded.
                         With Wool Incentive gone many ranches quietly vanished," Western hospitality meets Eastern Diabolique".
                        The Wolf was Unleashed, Sheep Herders gone, it was now time to get rid of the Cowboys.
                        "Oh those Cowboys, they ride around on Bio- Degradable horses, wear Bio-Degradable clothes, they are Green as cow Shit, and when they steal, they have the integrity to use a gun". The new Liberal battle cry "Cattle free by 93".
                          In 2003 there was an unappealable decision handed down from the Second Court of Claims, it is called the Hage Decision, it came out of Nevada. It determined that Grazing Allotments were Real Property, this meant that the term Public Land was a myth, Public Land it was determined is in fact Split Estate Real estate This was not Good News for the Elitist, it was looking like they might have to use a gun to steal this one. If the Wolf couldn’t “Get’er Done”, and the wolf was try’in.

· "Still Got Cattle in 2003"

Wyoming has fought the Wolf Plan tooth and Nail and the battle is still raging...

Introduced in 1995, Wolves had reduced the Northern Yellowstone Elk herd by 90% by 2003. A herd of 19,000 in 2000, today that herd hovers around 7000. The Moose according to an article in the Bozeman Chronicle dated June 6 2009 are in a Predator Pit which means they cannot recover at all.

In Wyoming our Moose have just vanished, the Elk herd up East Fork, near Dubois, Wyoming is gone. Nine years ago there was 1500 late cow permits issued, today 150. The Wild Game processing plant in Dubois only processed 10 head of cow elk for the hunting season of 2008.

· The 1994 EIS predicted that presence of wolves would result in a 5-10 percent increase in annual visitation toYellowstone National Park. On this basis, the EIS forecast wolves in the region would generate $20 million in revenue to the states of Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. WG&F reports that annual park visitation remained essentially unchanged after wolf introduction, and has decreased 2.6 percent since the wolf population reached recovery goals in 2000.

The 1994 EIS predictions of what would and would not occur with the Reintroduction of the Wolf have been wrong.

It is truly amazing how much Devastation they were able to bring on us with our Wool Checks, and they did it wearing Spandex, not Wool.

In 2008 they lifted the Ban on shooting Wolves, it was legal to kill a Wolf again, this lasted all of a few days and it was made illegal again.

“2009 Cows just fine”, but” You” don’t have a job! And some Wall Street Wolf has eaten your Trust Fund!

The Stock Market crash this year and the enormous amount of money that is being shoveled on this fire are setting the stage for the completion of the Circle.

That which goes around comes around.

“Man cannot live with Nature on Nature’s terms”, that is why we moved out of caves and into Condo’s. Trust Fund Babies cannot live with Humans that are as Greedy as themselves. While they were busy trying to destroy Wyoming, the Wolves on Wall Street ate their Trust Funds like their Wolf has eaten our trust fund, which is our Wildlife.

Who among you has the Right to Design Victims?

As for Recreating Lewis and Clarks America, you would have to give it back to the Indians, and they don’t want it, they got a Casino.

T.J.FROSS

South Pass 2009

EARTH WORSHIP ; A RELIGION OF DEATH

TODD FROSS — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:38:00 GMT

I was a senior in high school in 1968, I watched the world on a black and white TV and made up my mind that I would not go to Vietnam. I saw the protesters, I knew the protesters and I believed that the war was wrong. As it turned out I did not have to go to Vietnam. Nixon ended the War and I felt a sense of accomplishment, my generation had stopped a War,we had saved lives,we had changed the world.

Liberals stopped the Vietnam War but somewhere in all the protesting,demonstrating and activism they became addicted to " Social Disobedience".The accomplishment of stopping the Vietnam War spawned thousands of Revolutionaries. After the Vietnam War they were everywhere, and no where, they stalked the land looking for causes, like 'Junkies looking for a fix"". They became "Lost Souls", who loved Revolution for Revolutions sake.They became Little Castro's trapped in the Cuba of their mind, unfortunately they were among us and not in Cuba.

After Vietnam these advocates for change needed a cause,needed a fix , they decided to save the Earth . These advocates for change challenged all the social standards none more so than the institution of religion, but man needs order and seeks communion. So whether consciously or unconsciously these advocates for change created a new religion based on the belief that the chaos of wilderness is in fact holy. This belief relieves man of any responsibility for the chaos of wilderness and in fact makes him a criminal for trying to subdue the chaos of wilderness in any way.

This worship of chaos plays into the very heart of man and so strikes a chord in all the young who look at a world run a muck and want to run away,but no one here gets out alive. Responsibility is unavoidable and nature is not God, God is not nature. The natural world is our responsibility, man is the" balance of nature", no other organism on planet Earth has the capacity to understand this concept. Earth worship believes that man should extract himself from nature, that left alone nature will balance itself. That is like believing that if you wait long enough you will become a virgin again.

Earth worship opened Pandora's box, the push to save the planet became the new religion. Religious sects sprang up over night " The Sierra Club", PETA etc. all churches, all passing the plate. These organizations fed the fires of revolution that still burned in the bellies of those still hung over from the "60's".

Women demanded equality, gays and lesbian's came out of their closets the "old moral values" , sank like the Titanic into the cold sea of indifference. The rules no longer applied we had "broke on through to the other side", we were living in Jim Morrison's mind. But for every action there is an equal and positive reaction", Aids is that positive reaction, suddenly we were reminded that we are not above it all. Aids sobered the world, another Door of perception was opened, however this Door was different. Aldous Huxley's "Doors of Perception" suddenly became" Doors of Reception". We were introduced to the impossibilities the possibilities that had seemed endless were at an end.

Faith in anything demands discipline on the part of the believer and the believed. Faith is homage paid as recognition of position. What ever you are paying homage to must maintain that superior position.

What happened in earth worship was that pristine wilderness was interpreted as divine. But whether you are worshiping virgin wilderness or virgins the superior position of either can only be maintained by containing man. Man cannot create wilderness but he can de-flower it .The chaos of wilderness has only one master ,that is Man .The jungle has only one master, that is man. Sooner or later the faithful want to be more than just a congregation of custodians.

The discipline of the disciple is paramount in any religion, Jews, Christians, Muslims and Earth Worshipers all have their disciples. But it is a fundamental truth that disciples need something to worship and it is also a fundamental truth that what ever they choose to worship must be worthy of their adoration. With the Jewish and Christian faiths Life holds the Superior Position. With Earth Worship, Death, and Islam? Death. Islam could stop the Suicide Bombers today if it wanted to. They choose to do nothing, they choose death.

When Yellowstone Park burned, that next spring there were thousands of deaths from starvation not to mention the deaths in the fire itself.Then came the Wolf, in the year 2000 there were 19,000 Elk in the Northern Yellowstone Elk herd by 2003 that herd had been reduced to 9450 today they hover around 7000. Christians wouldn't support this kind of devastation. Jews wouldn't support this kind of devastation. It runs contrary to everything that they believe in.

What is the responsibility of the Chaos in Wilderness? It is not the same responsibility that is expected of the Order that is found in Judaism and Christianity. The Chaos of Islam can be seen in the madrassa's; the mind numbing prayers of brain washing that leads them by their hearts to do the unthinkable. Because for them Life is unimaginable, this is death.

Earth Worship and Islam have a problem with Creation, one is secular the other religious. Earth Worship can see nothing beyond the creation. It is very one dimensional much like those who thought the world was flat. They can not conceive of a Creator. Islam can conceive of a Creator they just have a problem with who the Creator prefers. So they kill everybody to show their displeasure and in so doing prove why they are not the Chosen People.

Earth Worshipers have embraced the wolf . Never mind the negative connotations that come with the Wolf. Never mind that he has not attained any Superior Position that is Positive. Just recognize his Omnipotence as an Angel of Death . Islam has embraced the Suicide Bomber another Angel of Death, both of these religions have done so out of frustration and hatred.

The Wyoming I grew up in was perfect, we had timbering, we had wildlife, we had livestock, sheep and cattle. While we had been caring for Wyoming both the East and West coast were being Raped. When they were through with Raping their parts of America they started on us and that is where we are today. The terror that the wolf brings is not imagined, the hatred that he represents for the people that he has been unleashed upon is not imagined either. You don't unleash a Wolf on your neighbor. No one except a muslim would do to his neighbor what these people have done to us is not Christian.

Islam has fought many battles with the Jews and every time they have gotten their asses kicked .They are frustrated beyond reason they can not admit they are WRONG. Much like the Earth Worshipers who burn our forests and have killed and are killing thousands of Deer,Elk,Moose they can see the destruction but won't admit they are WRONG , both traffic in Death.

Now if you smoke Pot you can add 6000 Dead Mexicans to your bone pile, that is the estimated number of Mexicans killed trying to get you your weed last year. So if you are a Wolf Lover, Smoke Pot and are Pro-Choice you are standing in a pile of bones that the Buffalo are starting to remember and most important of all no one will call you Christian, but a Muslim might call you Brother.