Nature vs. Man……

Writers Note…

Greetings. I am sitting down at the keyboard once again. I have been on a bit of a journey. A good friend said I had to figure out what I wanted to write about and what medium I should use to transport my myriad of thoughts and comments to paper or whatever. I can’t play the piano and I am a lousy artist. So here I am.

I have missed all of you. It’s lonely in here at Ted’s Head…Centcom. I was thinking about finding a mistress like all the other big wigs but I fear the bald guy might have a hard time attracting one. Besides, Kathy said I couldn’t afford it. Lowrey AFB is closed. Socialites in Denver? Not really.   So here I am, warts and all.

As always it will be a variety of topics. At my age it might mean losing track. So please be patient. I feel passionate as always. I feel humble you would take the time to listen. Man, life is good.

One final note. There is a lot to be said about this communication thing. I now have a smart phone and it is interesting but I still like the face to face. The Donald has taught us all to think before you write. What is that idiot really thinking? Is it Ready,Fire Aim?


Nature Versus Man…..


We have all been stunned by the power of a gal(or was it a guy?) named Sandy. Let’s assume it was a she. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. It fit’s the narrative. You say the inhabitants of Breezy Point and Beach Haven did nothing to Mother Nature to deserve such a fate. As in so many cases the grunts and the rank and file absorb the brunt and pay for the follies of all.


As we have traveled I marvel not at the glitz and gauche outcroppings of steel and glass but at the absolute beauty of the land and the sea. I have been in places so quiet and still you can hear nothing but your breath. I have seen villages and ways of life that have survived centuries or war, turmoil and probably at one time fiscal cliffs. And with all this roiling there is just one constant and it is Mother Earth.


Let’s not argue whether it was creation or evolution. The fact remains that somehow, some way this place came to be. If you study the planet you realize it has come through a lot. Asteroid bombardments, ice ages, floods and yes, probably man. But in the past it was taken as a growing process. Right now I think we are treading far too close to a destroying process.


We assume as the most intelligent form of life that we know what is best. We are not only going to live in the world we are going to control it. You see it is ours to use as we wish. We own resources. We own the flora and fauna. The sea is there for our edification and plunder. And now we come into that surreal stage of knowledge where we figure we can recreate anything we want. Wow. We are God.


Maladies of all sorts. Cancer. Plagues. Old age. We are going to beat them all. Step right up and order what kind of child you want. Blue eyed. Brown haired. Boy. Girl. Artistic or scientific. Just fill out the application. The creator will be with you in just a few moments. What? You don’t want to wait nine months? We will get you a surrogate. Hold it. You changed your mind? That’s okay we will shitcan that baby until it is a better time for you. Boy it is great being God.


There is an arrogance afloat that flirts with disaster. We thumb our noses at so many things with the rather flimsy notion that we are the greatest people in the greatest nation on earth. Don’t put us down TTG. What bummer you are. We will just put it off until tomorrow and before you know it, a 3.3% growth rate will cure everything. Don’t doubt a thing because the computer modeled it and they are always right. Just ask Karl Rove.


We have reduced everything to categories, percentages and projections. Let me see the odds of the world destroying itself are 10 to 1 if the following variables over the next fifty years hold true. We have to balance the budget by 2030 and stop throwing crap in the atmosphere at the rate of 27 zillion tons per day and find a way to supply food and water for billions of people. Lead pipe cinch.


I guess I am a bit overwhelmed by the pace and lack of empathy in today’s society. As we grow in the world we become more and more anonymous. It all about me. And by the way if me can’t get it done then you have to provide for me. I don’t care how you do it. Just get it done and spare me the details. I am reminded of the musical, “Stop the World I Want To Get Off”. The hit song was “What Kind Of Fool Am I?”


Look I am not tree hugging or maybe I am? I know we need to frack and frick. I know there is a logic that feels we must grow. But as we grow do we have to blow everything off along the way? Mine is not so much a feeling of conservation but responsible stewardship. We are into “things” like never before. I own this or that. It is mine. I earned it and no one is going to take it away. I will treasure it. The world is my oyster and whether I serve it raw or fried or in a stew it is mine to eat. And no one is going to get in my way.


I want people to grow. I want the world to be a better place. I want to make advances in science. But not at the expense of our fellow travelers and our beautiful earth. I want people to stop just for a moment and see how far we have come. To see what we have. To see what we are leaving for those coming after. Just a brief pause. And then maybe we will understand we are not God. That we have been given so much. And maybe humble pie should be served on Thanksgiving instead of minced meat.


And on that note I think that is how I will end my first day back.


Happy Thanksgiving


As always


Ted The Great.


PS: Haven’t figured out what to do with factoids or what day of the week I will publish. So for now bear with me.

10 thoughts on “Nature vs. Man……

  1. Welcome back. Missed you. Always love reading your thoughts. How about next one: how to live with an angry republican? (Just kidding ;)). When will you and Cathy come for a visit? Let’s think about a christmas-time dinner with the gang. T

    Sent from my iPhone please pardon any typos or brief messages.

  2. Glad to have you back. Happy Thanksgiving to to you, Kathy and family. News: new grandson born Oct 30th – William Maxwell Reber to be know as Max. 3 weeks early, 5lbs 14 oz. Will meet him at Christmas in San Anselmo, Ca. MK

    Sent from my iPad

  3. This is like going from a drought to a flood! Nice to have you back.

    Nice thing about a storm like Sandy is the way everyone pulls together. Trees everywhere, in laws here for three weeks so far and I have to alternate liqour stores or I will get cut off!

  4. I found you while you were silent and I’m so happy you are back. Of course, I can’t get every detail living in a far-away country (the tiny little ‘ideal society’ called Finland) but I understand this much: I do hope your voice will be heard far and wide – and loud!

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