There is a lot of noise over Trump "revealing" to the Russians that laptops on planes could contain explosives. Big deal! Wouldn't anyone with a half a brain know that after the shoe bomber episode? BFD! Empty-head screamers. The question I have is why think that laptops are safe in cargo? Couldn't they easily be detonated by a passenger with a concealed remote control? Couldn't they be easily detonated by a timer? I can't afford TV, but I hope some of those pretty heads on it are asking these questions.
The last selectboard meeting went quietly. I am blocking on the name of the female selectboard member; it's not the chairwoman. But she was the only one in the meeting room when I got there and unlike me with her, she knew my name and made some conversation which made me feel accepted. Am I the only person living in Brattleboro who voted for Trump? I had my phobia demons to deal with during the meeting, and I did. The only contribution I was considering making was to point out that the assistant town manager hadn't mentioned the possibility of wood pellets increasing in price. He was proposing changing the oil burner at the transportation center for a wood burner. However, selectboardman John Allen made the point before I could.
Since that meeting, I've realized I need to ask if the enviromental impact study the state is going to make around the widening of Putney Road includes the impact on homo sapiens sapiens in that area. Specifically, how many businesses say they will go out of business due to the widening, and how many jobs will be lost? Also, how much will remaining businesses have to spend to make adjustments to the seizure of their land? I can't believe these questions haven't occurred to the selectboard. Even one or two businesses being destroyed is a big deal in this little town. I was surprised that the town manager painted such a rosy picture of city finances since we constantly seem to be loosing businesses. Maybe we people of Brattleboro don't care. We've got our checks, our drugs, beer, and TV. Why worry if we have to go out of state to get the products we need? At least we don't have to pay sales tax, and we keep Vermont green.But we need enough revenue to finance basic services. People in this town seem to be living off a government check or serving those who do. They don't have money for extra taxes.
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Brattleboro, Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #19
Before I go to the selectboard meeting tonight, let me tell you that I wrote a letter of complaint to the Civil Rights Office, Department of Justice, in Washington, D.C. about selectboardman's David Schoales discrimination against me and all the other races in favor of the black race - remember we are all immigrants from Africa unless you are Neanderthal!- in his remarks at the last selectboard meeting. I left him a copy of my letter at the town's manager's office as well as a copy for the town manager. I took a copy to the Reformer to try to see just what they were trying to reform. I saw no mention of the letter in the paper though winning a ticket for free town parking got headlines and a front page picture on three different days. So I guess they are still reforming democracy into totalitarianism. Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 It will be interesting to see what reception, if any, I get at the meeting in three hours. Will there be any difference? Now who's fighting for fairness for all in Brattleboro? I am!
Brattleboro, Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #18
The meeting finally ended, and it had almost been the longest on record. I got up feeling stiff, awkward, and out of place. My nerves were shot, and when I got home, I kept thinking I couldn't do this anymore. I felt alienated and alone. Like I was living a nightmare. I wondered if I would be shunned for my pro-individual, pro-business and employment views. I had trouble relaxing enough to get to sleep. I wondered if I would fall apart and had to go to the ER for an anti-psychotic, promising all that I would be an ingratiating, spineless, socialist sheeple the rest of my life.
I was no better the next morning except for a brief thought that said, "Now you're fighting." With that thought, came a brief feeling of self-respect. I had just about finished a day of alienation and tension, when I happened to speak to someone about the selectboard meeting. This person said, "Yeah, I know about them. My friend had a restaurant on the river, and they took his parking lot, telling him take it or leave. He had no parking lot so he left. They don't care."
So this taking parking lots so businesses will close and people will be unemployed is a pattern for the selectboard. And there were other people besides me who cared.
To my knowledge, and I can't afford to subscribe to the Reformer, that paper has never shown a map of that mile and a half on Putney Road being widened to show lines where the widening with encroach on the fifty private properties. All that paper has to do is show that mile and a half of Putney road plus the side roads and a line on each side of the road showing where the widening will encroach on property. Very simple and very plain. If this hasn't been done for the people, I ask the Reformer why not? Is it because you're lazy or is it because you don't want the people to know? You want people uninformed so they don't know what's going on and thus will have no say over it? You are not democratic, but totalitarian? Just what are you trying to reform - democracy to totalitarianism?
Sure looks like it!
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 Who's fighting for you, Brattleboro? I am!
I was no better the next morning except for a brief thought that said, "Now you're fighting." With that thought, came a brief feeling of self-respect. I had just about finished a day of alienation and tension, when I happened to speak to someone about the selectboard meeting. This person said, "Yeah, I know about them. My friend had a restaurant on the river, and they took his parking lot, telling him take it or leave. He had no parking lot so he left. They don't care."
So this taking parking lots so businesses will close and people will be unemployed is a pattern for the selectboard. And there were other people besides me who cared.
To my knowledge, and I can't afford to subscribe to the Reformer, that paper has never shown a map of that mile and a half on Putney Road being widened to show lines where the widening with encroach on the fifty private properties. All that paper has to do is show that mile and a half of Putney road plus the side roads and a line on each side of the road showing where the widening will encroach on property. Very simple and very plain. If this hasn't been done for the people, I ask the Reformer why not? Is it because you're lazy or is it because you don't want the people to know? You want people uninformed so they don't know what's going on and thus will have no say over it? You are not democratic, but totalitarian? Just what are you trying to reform - democracy to totalitarianism?
Sure looks like it!
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 Who's fighting for you, Brattleboro? I am!
Brattleboro,Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidacy #17
My next contribution to the people of Brattleboro was to ask the people and the town manager presenting a proposal that Brattleboro signed onto a Charter for Compassion a question.It seemed odd signing onto endorsing a human trait because people had the right to not be compassionate if that was their individual pursuit of happiness. Let the individual, the people, decide what they wanted to be, not the town. Also, the charter was strange because Brattleboro is already the most compassionate town in the U.S. of A.
Knowing how crazy it is becoming on the campuses, and that writing a critical review in a journal had cost Professor Laura Kipnis at Northwestern a hateful charge of creating a "hostile enviroment from some psychopaths using Title IX and also knowing that on some campuses criticism was ludicrously being yelled at as "violence" by other paranoid hysterics, I ask if the Charter for Compassion encouraged dissent. This question was met by a long pause until the town manager assured me that dissent was a part of democracy. At least, he wasn't a crazy. I thanked him with a thumb's up.
But it got worse, much worse, and that is why I referred to this meeting as an ethical hell. Not only were we going to see a road unnecessarily widened and businesses and jobs lost as a result - as the Venezuelan pig farmer said, "They're not interested in people and the products people have to make to live, but socialism" - we were going to see one race favored over another. It happened with David Schoales delivering a gratuitous speech at almost ten o'clock at night, almost four hours after the meeting started. It was much too late for showboating, but that's what we got from Mr. Schoales. He wanted special outreach for Race A to make sure they got town government job opening ads. He also said that the town had to hire a cop from Race A to show children from Race A that they could become cops too as if you can't turn on the TV and see Race A cops all over the screen.
Some people in the audience who were still remaining got excited about Mr. Shoale's speech. I was horrifed, just horrified- to use the language of the hysterical- that he could be so racist! He wanted to advertise and hire in discrimination of Races X,Y, and Z. That's wrong and illegal! But I did not plan a rebuttal as it was too late at night. I could see the woman next to me was getting excited. She said she was going to say something. I whispered
back, "It's 10 o'clock!"
"I don't care."
"Oh, my god!" I moaned.
When Mr. Scholaes finished showboating, I shook my head no while other applauded. The lady next to me got up, but she was short: She said her father was the first person of Race A to be born in Brattleboro. TO BE CONTINUED
Knowing how crazy it is becoming on the campuses, and that writing a critical review in a journal had cost Professor Laura Kipnis at Northwestern a hateful charge of creating a "hostile enviroment from some psychopaths using Title IX and also knowing that on some campuses criticism was ludicrously being yelled at as "violence" by other paranoid hysterics, I ask if the Charter for Compassion encouraged dissent. This question was met by a long pause until the town manager assured me that dissent was a part of democracy. At least, he wasn't a crazy. I thanked him with a thumb's up.
But it got worse, much worse, and that is why I referred to this meeting as an ethical hell. Not only were we going to see a road unnecessarily widened and businesses and jobs lost as a result - as the Venezuelan pig farmer said, "They're not interested in people and the products people have to make to live, but socialism" - we were going to see one race favored over another. It happened with David Schoales delivering a gratuitous speech at almost ten o'clock at night, almost four hours after the meeting started. It was much too late for showboating, but that's what we got from Mr. Schoales. He wanted special outreach for Race A to make sure they got town government job opening ads. He also said that the town had to hire a cop from Race A to show children from Race A that they could become cops too as if you can't turn on the TV and see Race A cops all over the screen.
Some people in the audience who were still remaining got excited about Mr. Shoale's speech. I was horrifed, just horrified- to use the language of the hysterical- that he could be so racist! He wanted to advertise and hire in discrimination of Races X,Y, and Z. That's wrong and illegal! But I did not plan a rebuttal as it was too late at night. I could see the woman next to me was getting excited. She said she was going to say something. I whispered
back, "It's 10 o'clock!"
"I don't care."
"Oh, my god!" I moaned.
When Mr. Scholaes finished showboating, I shook my head no while other applauded. The lady next to me got up, but she was short: She said her father was the first person of Race A to be born in Brattleboro. TO BE CONTINUED
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #16
It was obvious that the Vermont transportation official and the three engineers had been caught flat-footed on the driver-less vehicles issue or they would have mentioned it in their presentation to show the audience they were comatose. Or was it more Machiavellian than that? Were they deliberately withholding self-driving vehicles from the discussion because they knew that self-drivers were widely expected to ease congestion problems and their precious project would not be needed? Then there would be no big money going to the highway construction company, and the Vermont transportation official's job would become less important. Maybe less remunerative too? Got to spend the people's money any way we can, especially when it benefits us!
By this time, I was reeling because of my audacity. I wasn't honoring my phobias, and my nervous system was rebelling. I believe someone else got up, maybe not, but when the Chairwoman asked for more comments, I went back to the mike. I asked two questions: How many businesses would the widening of Putney Road impinge upon and how many businesses would close because of the widening.
No one wanted to answer until the transportation official got up and said, with a little spirit in his voice, "I'll take that."
"Thank you," I said, trying to mirror the same spirit in my voice as I returned to my seat.
The transportation official made a vague statement, twice repeating that he didn't want any businesses to go out of business. He seemed to be uttering platitudes, and I twitched my pen side to side between two fingers to demonstrate my impatience. When he stopped, I said, "You still haven't answered my questions - how many businesses will be impinged and how many will go out of business?"
This act of verbal assertiveness really rocked my emotional homeostasis. What was I, a frightened rabbit, doing growling?
The transportation official made a short reply, and I made a short reply back. I have no idea what either of us said. Then the chairwoman intervened, saying something about not wanting an argument. The two of us went back to our corners. The selectboard voted unanimously to endorse the Putney Road widening. I shook my head no. To Be Continued Read me, not the papers of the elite establishment, to find out what really happened to the people. My motto is
"Freedom, evidence, and reason. Humor too, aye?"
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850
By this time, I was reeling because of my audacity. I wasn't honoring my phobias, and my nervous system was rebelling. I believe someone else got up, maybe not, but when the Chairwoman asked for more comments, I went back to the mike. I asked two questions: How many businesses would the widening of Putney Road impinge upon and how many businesses would close because of the widening.
No one wanted to answer until the transportation official got up and said, with a little spirit in his voice, "I'll take that."
"Thank you," I said, trying to mirror the same spirit in my voice as I returned to my seat.
The transportation official made a vague statement, twice repeating that he didn't want any businesses to go out of business. He seemed to be uttering platitudes, and I twitched my pen side to side between two fingers to demonstrate my impatience. When he stopped, I said, "You still haven't answered my questions - how many businesses will be impinged and how many will go out of business?"
This act of verbal assertiveness really rocked my emotional homeostasis. What was I, a frightened rabbit, doing growling?
The transportation official made a short reply, and I made a short reply back. I have no idea what either of us said. Then the chairwoman intervened, saying something about not wanting an argument. The two of us went back to our corners. The selectboard voted unanimously to endorse the Putney Road widening. I shook my head no. To Be Continued Read me, not the papers of the elite establishment, to find out what really happened to the people. My motto is
"Freedom, evidence, and reason. Humor too, aye?"
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #15
I walked into the selectboard meeting and immediately felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole into an ethical hell. I looked at the plans on one wall to radically change Putney Road for a new highway, then glanced around me and saw that everyone else was unconcerned. I felt so out of place, and that feeling continued for four hours at the near record length meeting. My eyes got misty and red. I was hardly the near-fearless Seal about to enter battle for the good of America and to help his brothers get through the ordeal and back to base alive. No brothers at this meeting. It dawned on me that this was old business much like the Indigenous Day for everyone but me. I kept checking the map, trying to make out the lines of the new highway. New England is famous for being cramped but quaint because of its painted wooden buildings. It looked like this road was going to take all the parking away from the tire and vehicle repair company and a store. It was seriously going to encroach upon other businesses. I was, as unmanly as it is, horrified. For years, I have been noting the number of businesses failing and wondering how the town was going to get the money to fund its operations.
It appears to me that most of the town is made upon of people on government programs. How are you going to get more money out of them when your businesses fail? Surely someone must know something I don't know. Were we going to open the town to marjuana use or prostitution to bring in money? Are we all just True Believers and don't care? I looked around for a table with the Kool-Aid cups.
The presentation was headed by a state transportation official and backed by a couple of men from some green highway building company. The official said that there were fifty parcels of land to be affected by widening the road and most of them were commercial. During the short talk, he repeatedly used the shield word "safety." Reasonably enough, he discussed traffic flow.
In spite of my phobias and general cowardice -or maybe because of them- I couldn't say nothing. I got up to the mike and cameras and tried to be "inclusive" by saying I had noticed in our discussion we hadn't mention an important factor in safety and traffic flow: self-driving vehicles. It really surprised me that these four or five engineers hadn't at least mentioned self-drivers just to show us they were alive and awake. The question seemed to stun them so you could tell they hadn't considered it. How do you miss something so obvious and revolutionary? The spokesman asked me to say more. I admitted I couldn't, that neither he nor I knew what was going to shake out, but it would be "revolutionary." I could see the Reformer making fun of that if the staff doesn't just decide to ignore me like a bad smell in polite company. The spokesman pressed me again - see I was getting the pressure as if I were the presenter, not him. Again, I sounded lame, simply saying it would be more efficient, effective, and something else. He then pointed at the map and asked something like,"Then you think that may not be necessary?"
"Yes," I replied.
Peter Nickerson, 352-359-0850, peternickerson12@yahoo.com, philosophy major.
Motto of my un-campaign: "Evidence, reason, and freedom. Humor too, aye?"
It appears to me that most of the town is made upon of people on government programs. How are you going to get more money out of them when your businesses fail? Surely someone must know something I don't know. Were we going to open the town to marjuana use or prostitution to bring in money? Are we all just True Believers and don't care? I looked around for a table with the Kool-Aid cups.
The presentation was headed by a state transportation official and backed by a couple of men from some green highway building company. The official said that there were fifty parcels of land to be affected by widening the road and most of them were commercial. During the short talk, he repeatedly used the shield word "safety." Reasonably enough, he discussed traffic flow.
In spite of my phobias and general cowardice -or maybe because of them- I couldn't say nothing. I got up to the mike and cameras and tried to be "inclusive" by saying I had noticed in our discussion we hadn't mention an important factor in safety and traffic flow: self-driving vehicles. It really surprised me that these four or five engineers hadn't at least mentioned self-drivers just to show us they were alive and awake. The question seemed to stun them so you could tell they hadn't considered it. How do you miss something so obvious and revolutionary? The spokesman asked me to say more. I admitted I couldn't, that neither he nor I knew what was going to shake out, but it would be "revolutionary." I could see the Reformer making fun of that if the staff doesn't just decide to ignore me like a bad smell in polite company. The spokesman pressed me again - see I was getting the pressure as if I were the presenter, not him. Again, I sounded lame, simply saying it would be more efficient, effective, and something else. He then pointed at the map and asked something like,"Then you think that may not be necessary?"
"Yes," I replied.
Peter Nickerson, 352-359-0850, peternickerson12@yahoo.com, philosophy major.
Motto of my un-campaign: "Evidence, reason, and freedom. Humor too, aye?"
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #14
Game Warden Kelly called me back this morning. I phoned back and left a message about the turkey gobbler. I didn't see him yesterday or today so he has left or died.
This leads me to Plank #2 of my selectboard platform: I would like to see a mandatory marksmanship level necessary for hunting. Animals deserve the most humane shooting with shotguns, rifles, bows, muskets, and crossbows. One of my brothers and I had to qualify in marksmanship with a bow to hunt the sika deer- actually Japanese elk- on Assateague Island in Virginia.
I envision these tests being given by the National Rifle Association. Not only is your marksmanship tested, but also your ability to function under the pressure of being tested. This is important because there will be pressure when you shoot an animal. In the hunting culture, it's know as "buck fever" and varies from the shakes to paralysis. This would also be a good venue for people having guns for self-defense: the pressure of being tested could simulate the pressure you're under when it's necessary to shoot a human animal.
I am beginning Unwanted Advances by the feminist Laura Kipnis who found herself reported to the authoritarian Title IX coordinators on her campus for the hysterical charge of creating a hostile enviroment by writing an article in a scholarly journal. So far, she has supported professors dating students, saying none of the many women she knows who did it had any problems. I guess not. I'll be they got As from the professors and had a faculty advocate and a great recommendation when they applied for a job. I don't support someone in a position of authority having access to sex with a subordinate because of the power the superior has over the subordinate. I would think a feminist would support that. Laura Kipnis is too breezy for me at this point. It's like she's knocking back a few as she writes her book.
I went by the "Take Back the Night Event" on the Commons and my first thought was "This was why the Reformer didn't publish my letter about great concern for the innocent young men found guilty of sexual assault at campus kangaroo courts. Just and normal procedures like timely notice, information favorable to the defendant and cross-examination are being denied to the accused based on the delusion by the Title IX coordinators that all men rape.
Therefore, why give them any procedures (that might establish the truth) to get out of the charge? As Ayn Rand famously said, "Check your premises." The premise that all men rape is either delusional or a knowingly evil lie. I think it is the latter. You can't be that delusional and still drive a car or find your way back to your comfortable Title IX office. But why are people accepting that lie? Have we all become invertebrates? Surely, there are men on the Reformer staff. Do they think of themselves as rapists? Do their wives or significant others? Surely there are mothers of sons on the Reformer staff. Do they think of their sons as rapists? There are no witches flying around on broomsticks, there are no male day care providers in underground chambers engaging in ritualistic sex, and all men are not rapists. Get over the hysteria before you make yourself a paranoid schizophrenic! Speak out against these delusions, and make yourself a vertebrate!
"Freedom, evidence, and reason. Humor too."
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 peternickerson12@yahoo.com Philosophy Major
This leads me to Plank #2 of my selectboard platform: I would like to see a mandatory marksmanship level necessary for hunting. Animals deserve the most humane shooting with shotguns, rifles, bows, muskets, and crossbows. One of my brothers and I had to qualify in marksmanship with a bow to hunt the sika deer- actually Japanese elk- on Assateague Island in Virginia.
I envision these tests being given by the National Rifle Association. Not only is your marksmanship tested, but also your ability to function under the pressure of being tested. This is important because there will be pressure when you shoot an animal. In the hunting culture, it's know as "buck fever" and varies from the shakes to paralysis. This would also be a good venue for people having guns for self-defense: the pressure of being tested could simulate the pressure you're under when it's necessary to shoot a human animal.
I am beginning Unwanted Advances by the feminist Laura Kipnis who found herself reported to the authoritarian Title IX coordinators on her campus for the hysterical charge of creating a hostile enviroment by writing an article in a scholarly journal. So far, she has supported professors dating students, saying none of the many women she knows who did it had any problems. I guess not. I'll be they got As from the professors and had a faculty advocate and a great recommendation when they applied for a job. I don't support someone in a position of authority having access to sex with a subordinate because of the power the superior has over the subordinate. I would think a feminist would support that. Laura Kipnis is too breezy for me at this point. It's like she's knocking back a few as she writes her book.
I went by the "Take Back the Night Event" on the Commons and my first thought was "This was why the Reformer didn't publish my letter about great concern for the innocent young men found guilty of sexual assault at campus kangaroo courts. Just and normal procedures like timely notice, information favorable to the defendant and cross-examination are being denied to the accused based on the delusion by the Title IX coordinators that all men rape.
Therefore, why give them any procedures (that might establish the truth) to get out of the charge? As Ayn Rand famously said, "Check your premises." The premise that all men rape is either delusional or a knowingly evil lie. I think it is the latter. You can't be that delusional and still drive a car or find your way back to your comfortable Title IX office. But why are people accepting that lie? Have we all become invertebrates? Surely, there are men on the Reformer staff. Do they think of themselves as rapists? Do their wives or significant others? Surely there are mothers of sons on the Reformer staff. Do they think of their sons as rapists? There are no witches flying around on broomsticks, there are no male day care providers in underground chambers engaging in ritualistic sex, and all men are not rapists. Get over the hysteria before you make yourself a paranoid schizophrenic! Speak out against these delusions, and make yourself a vertebrate!
"Freedom, evidence, and reason. Humor too."
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 peternickerson12@yahoo.com Philosophy Major
Monday, May 1, 2017
Vermont SelectBoard Un-Candidate #13
There's about thirty yards of woods between the parking lot of my complex to Putney Road. I like to scan it hoping to see squirrels, chipmunks, and maybe a bobcat. Bear have even been seen, like twice in thirty years. Yesterday, I made out a turkey. He wasn't moving much and I didn't want to push him so I got into the truck and drove off. Three hours later, he was still there, so I knew he was in trouble. I got the glasses to make sure he wasn't one of the turkey vultures who roost at the far end of the parking lot. Indian Mary was walking Billy Jean, a Jack-Rat mix, and I had her look. She said he was a wild turkey. I thought I saw a beard and glassed him in a good position and saw that it was three inches long and very thick. We pressed him so he went over a high spot and disappeared.
Today, I was telling a buddy about it who suggested medical help. Why didn't I think of that? I called around and ended up leaving a message for game warden Kelly to call me. My first impression of the gobbler was to wonder if he had avian flu, which would be a catastrophe because it meant the flu had jumped from the farm turkeys to wild ones. Later in the day, I read the Reformer which said that youth hunting season for gobblers was underway in New Hampshire. Then I thought of the possibility that some kid had shot and wounded him, and the bird had flown the fifty yards across the Conneticut River to Vermont. I got
the game commission number at the library, called them, and the speaker brought up youth hunting week and he could be a casualty of that. She said no Vermont wild turkeys had been reported to have avian flu.
I looked from the parking lot for the gobbler today but didn't see him. If I hear from Kelly, maybe he'll walk the area. I'd do it but with my knee, there's going to be pain.
Great things were done for the young bobcat hit just east of Route 9 bridge over the Conneticut River. People shielded her from being hit again, helped a government employee net her, and a Keene Wildlife Sanctuary restored her to full health. The Reformer kept us abreast of the event and featured her on the front page one last time, running hell-bent for leather across a field to the woods. She had been rehabilitated and released, even being fed wild snowshoe hare meat from a road kill. Hats off to all the good people involved except for the driver who didn't stop. In some states, that's illegal. Regardless, it's immoral.
You should have known and done better, driver. You don't leave a possibly wounded animal lying on the road. Want that to be you in another life?
As an addendum to the idea of senior citizens on Social Security for their age and getting Medicaid, I'd like to modify the amount they could earn from $1,000 a month to $300. Again this is for, as I view it, car repairs, root canals and crowns, and at least one dinner at a nice restaurant before they die. Also, please remember this employment would be generating taxes. This is not a BFD; not in the amount earned and not in the frequency used. I envision this being an option for emergencies for car repairs and teeth. I can't see the general health of poor people over sixty-two or sixty-five being good enough to sustain a lot of employment. But greeter or cashier clerk, yes. Lake Raponda is going to have greeters to ask boaters what other lakes their boats have been in. A great job for the aged! At less than minimum wage because we're old and slow and need special considerations like only a few hours of work at a time.
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 peternickerson12@yahoo.com Philosophy Major
Today, I was telling a buddy about it who suggested medical help. Why didn't I think of that? I called around and ended up leaving a message for game warden Kelly to call me. My first impression of the gobbler was to wonder if he had avian flu, which would be a catastrophe because it meant the flu had jumped from the farm turkeys to wild ones. Later in the day, I read the Reformer which said that youth hunting season for gobblers was underway in New Hampshire. Then I thought of the possibility that some kid had shot and wounded him, and the bird had flown the fifty yards across the Conneticut River to Vermont. I got
the game commission number at the library, called them, and the speaker brought up youth hunting week and he could be a casualty of that. She said no Vermont wild turkeys had been reported to have avian flu.
I looked from the parking lot for the gobbler today but didn't see him. If I hear from Kelly, maybe he'll walk the area. I'd do it but with my knee, there's going to be pain.
Great things were done for the young bobcat hit just east of Route 9 bridge over the Conneticut River. People shielded her from being hit again, helped a government employee net her, and a Keene Wildlife Sanctuary restored her to full health. The Reformer kept us abreast of the event and featured her on the front page one last time, running hell-bent for leather across a field to the woods. She had been rehabilitated and released, even being fed wild snowshoe hare meat from a road kill. Hats off to all the good people involved except for the driver who didn't stop. In some states, that's illegal. Regardless, it's immoral.
You should have known and done better, driver. You don't leave a possibly wounded animal lying on the road. Want that to be you in another life?
As an addendum to the idea of senior citizens on Social Security for their age and getting Medicaid, I'd like to modify the amount they could earn from $1,000 a month to $300. Again this is for, as I view it, car repairs, root canals and crowns, and at least one dinner at a nice restaurant before they die. Also, please remember this employment would be generating taxes. This is not a BFD; not in the amount earned and not in the frequency used. I envision this being an option for emergencies for car repairs and teeth. I can't see the general health of poor people over sixty-two or sixty-five being good enough to sustain a lot of employment. But greeter or cashier clerk, yes. Lake Raponda is going to have greeters to ask boaters what other lakes their boats have been in. A great job for the aged! At less than minimum wage because we're old and slow and need special considerations like only a few hours of work at a time.
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850 peternickerson12@yahoo.com Philosophy Major
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