Because of my recent propensity for jumping from job to job, I have found it difficult to escape the confines of modern life and pursue the call of the wild.
Having accumulated enough personal leave days at my newest occupation of reconstructing the psychological foibles of some of Arkansas' finest young gangstas, I intended to satisfy my craving for a personal rapport with mother nature.
So...on a Friday night in November...the night prior to our efforts to assist the state government in taking a census of local odocoileus virginianus populations...my compatriots and I...that is, my Uncle Ken and his sons and assorted friends...sat around a campfire and retold the tales from times past.
The night was cool, but not too cool, the air crystal clear with stars blazing like diamonds. Stories and lies seemed to be drawn forth by the fire and the congenial atmosphere. Even politics became a topic of discussion, but wasn't delved in too deeply, for all felt that it might ruin the camaraderie.
Presently, one of the newer members of the camp, sipping on his coffee and gazing at the flames in rapture, opined that our campfire wasn't politically correct. Quothe he, "The emissions might be in violation of the spirit of the Kyoto agreement."
This elicited a fair amount of discussion from those assembled worthies. Some held that, since we only assembled a few times a year, and thus only built such a fire less than a dozen times in that period, the impact upon the environment was negligible. Others felt that, given the impact of the world's population on our environment, even a little pollution on our part might not, in the long run, be acceptable. Not that they actually advocated putting out the fire, mind, but mentioned it as an option that needed to be considered.
Finally, Uncle Ken proposed that we put it to a vote. Should we or shouldn't we douse the fire.
This motion met with general approval, and the vote was held.
The outcome was that the proposal that the fire be put out was nixed.
As for it's impact on the environment, the consensus was that, "Frankly, we don't give a dam_!"
