Hypocrite Bush declares "Great Outdoors Month"

[Jara sang]

A Proclamation

Great Outdoors Month is an opportunity to celebrate and
experience America's natural splendor and renew our
commitment to conserve our air, water, and land. During
this month, we also honor the dedicated men and women
who volunteer to help protect our natural resources.

Americans live amid many wonders of nature. Our
Nation's varied landscapes include sandy beaches,
expansive forests, emerald waters, and towering
mountains. Through biking, swimming, skiing, hiking,
and many other activities, Americans are enjoying our
country's magnificent scenery and the healthy benefits
of outdoor recreation.

To ensure that our natural heritage remains a source of
pride for all our citizens, my Administration is
committed to conserving America's public lands and
natural resources and pursuing environmentally
responsible initiatives. We are working to accelerate
research into cleaner sources of energy, protect our
water sources, and encourage the use of hybrid cars. We
have put in place a series of clean air regulations
that will help us to meet air quality standards.
Through efforts like these, we will continue our
Nation's economic growth and protect the environment.

Our citizens play an important role in protecting our
natural spaces. Throughout our country, Americans are
volunteering in their communities for environmental
education programs, local parks, nature conservancies,
and other stewardship opportunities. These devoted
individuals are working to maintain park trails,
restore wildlife habitats, plant trees, and clear
overgrowth. I appreciate these volunteers for their
efforts to keep America beautiful, and I encourage all
Americans to demonstrate good stewardship and an
appreciation for the outdoors. Individuals interested
in volunteering can visit the Department of the
Interior's Take Pride in America website at
takepride.gov.

NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the
United States of America, by virtue of the authority
vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United
States, do hereby proclaim June 2006 as Great Outdoors
Month. I call on all Americans to observe this month
with appropriate programs and activities and to spend
time enjoying the outdoors.







In this 2000 photo provided by the Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, abandoned bikes with plastic water bottles are seen on a park trail in Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument on the border in Arizona. The aid group Humane Borders estimates that a hundred or so bikes that appear to have been used by migrants turn up in the Arizona desert each month. One Mexican official said whole packs of bicycle-mounted migrants have passed by his office, heading to the border. (AP Photo/Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument)

[dipsydoodle]

1. Maybe he should have listened to Don Henley

a long long time ago :

The Eagles - Last Resort

She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all,
what it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought 'em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: "Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here

We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name
of God

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye