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Thursday, December 29, 2016

A World without Regulations




                            

A World without Regulations



Gosh, that sounds really good....uh, but does that means everybody can do anything they want? Well, no, that went out when we came out of caves. Actually, the stated goal is to get rid of all those ‘unnecessary’ government regulations. Of course, that sounds great, but what are the unnecessary regulations? I guess, if you’re only interested in the bottom line, those are the regulations that cost you money. But maybe we do need some regulations, like vaccinating our dogs. Well, yeah, we all agree the regulation to vaccinate our dogs for Rabies is needed, so to find out the really unnecessary ones, we must look at the big picture.

Our Attorney General is suing the EPA to overturn new regulations that would force coal-fired electrical generating plants to reduce emissions, and in addition, a separate suit has been filed to rescind other recently mandated regulations that would reduce contaminated runoff into the state's streams. Of course, the overall goal of the EPA is to clean up the air we breathe and the stream water in our Nation. Sounds okay, but if that is exactly what the new regulations would do, then why is our A G suing the EPA? Yes, you guessed it----money, money, money. It's the age old problem; short term goals to make as much money as possible, and ignore the long term consequences. Americans have been doing that since our country was founded.

When I was a boy growing up in South Arkansas, a common sight were the salt flats. Completely dead areas about fifty yards wide that bordered any stream that flowed through the oilfields. It was cheaper to dump saltwater into the streams than to dispose of it properly. If you were an oil producer you made more money by just killing the nearby creek. The rules our AG is suing the EPA to rescind will cost corporations and others money. It as simple as that. Those rules are part of the EPA’s overall plan to keep our citizens from suffering the horrible consequences of no regulations the Chinese are contending with. Today, the Chinese are wearing masks and factories are being shut down because of filthy, killing smog, and believe it or not, Mongolia is five times as bad! New-born babies are dying because of the dirty air. If that is so, and it is, then why, for God's sake, are the Chinese doing it? The short version is very simple: the lack of regulations equals a short term profit, and they are putting money ahead of a better quality of life.

.Well, how have the lack of regulations in the past affected the average American? Let's look at a simple example: I'd like to go Passenger Pigeon hunting today, but I can't. Yeah, of course I know why---they’re extinct! Why are they extinct? A very simple answer is---no regulations and money. In the 1800s the sky was black with pigeons---an estimated 500,000,000. However, by the 1920 our great, great grandparents had killed all 500,000,000, and they made a profit doing so. In Arkansas, barrel after barrel of pigeon breasts were salted down and shipped down river to New Orleans, and the folks who slaughtered the Passenger Pigeons made money. I can't walk through the former virgin forest that once covered our state either. Yep, we cut 'em all down and made a ton of money doing it.

Well, what's the bottom line to all of this? It's very simple: Regulations are a mark of a more civilized society, and the more civilized we become the better quality of life we have because of regulations, but if we put the goal of making as much money as possible, then we must adopt an overall goal to have little or no regulations.

The AG's efforts to rescind air and water quality regulations are a step back from a more civilized America. It's an effort to continue burning the dirtiest fuel on the planet, coal. But burning coal will not only reduce our air quality where big utilities can make more money, but it will add to the mercury in our fish. That's right; the mercury found in our Arkansas fish is a direct result of coal and lignite burning plants in Arkansas and East Texas. Consequences? Consider how many babies have been born with a reduced I Q or other birth defects because their pregnant mother ate too much contaminated fish? That’s the price we pay to make money by burning coal.

Of course, many of our streams are almost open sewers because of the lack of meaningful  regulations, and the Buffalo National River is in the process of becoming polluted by hog waste that will run off the land adjacent to Big Creek, a tributary the feeds the Buffalo National River. In five years the spineless Arkansas Department of Environmental Quality will have a red face, because the National Park Service will close the River to swimming---but it will be too late. The river will be polluted for a generation.

No, we don't want a world without regulations, unless making money is our only goal in life.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

thenorphletpaperboy: Rex Tillerson of Exxon-Mobil will make a great Sec...

thenorphletpaperboy: Rex Tillerson of Exxon-Mobil will make a great Sec...:              ARKANSAS                                      BY                           Richard Mason       Rex Tillerson...

Rex Tillerson of Exxon-Mobil will make a great Secretary of State


             ARKANSAS



                                     BY

                          Richard Mason



      Rex Tillerson CEO of Exxon-Mobil will make a great Secretary of State



What? Can a person who is working to stop the Buffalo National River from being polluted by a Factory Hog Farm say that?

You bet, I can, and here's why: Rex Tillerson is considered one of the top, worldwide business leaders, and in making those business relationships, he has made personal contacts with the leadership of almost every significant country in the world.

In those contacts, he represented Exxon-Mobil shareholders, and his representation has been hugely successful in increasing the net value of those shareholders investments. Naturally, if you are a CEO of a worldwide exploration company, you must have good relations with countries, such as Russia, who have huge oil reserves. It’s a requirement to do business. The idea that a company must represent the political goals of the United States is unrealistic, would cripple our international business relationships, and do a great disservice to their shareholders.  International companies all over the world do business with countries who don’t represent their political preferences. Boeing just agree to sell Iran 16.6 billion dollars’ worth of planes, as a recent example.

However, while his business connections are a very positive attribute to Mr. Tillerson, it’s not the primary reason I believe he’ll be a great Secretary of State. Mr. Tillerson is the CEO of Exxon-Mobil, a company that I believe demands high ethical and environmental standards. I'm convinced his career at Exxon-Mobil, domestically and with Esso overseas, instilled in him the ethical way to conduct business. This is my take on Exxon-Mobil’s ethics: I went to work for Exxon, right out of college, as a geologist, and I was assigned to the Southwest Texas District, which included the King Ranch. I spent the next two years primarily evaluating the numerous wells Exxon drilled on the Ranch. Of course, you would expect drilling and producing wells on the famous King Ranch would be handled with kid gloves, and you’d be right. Every producing well and drilling rig on the ranch maintained the top environmental and industry standards. In the 1930s the ranch of one million acres was leased by Humble Oil and Refining Company, which was merged into Exxon in the 1960s. Over the past 75 years Exxon has drilled hundreds of wells, produced millions of barrels of oil without any significant, even minor damage to the ranch.

The King Ranch is famous for developing the Santa Gertrudis breed of cattle, and a number of years back Bob Kleberg, who then, was the head of the King Ranch Corporation, was asked, by a cattleman: “Your Santa Gertrudis seem to thrive on the Ranch. What do you make of that?"

Bob Kleberg is reported to have grinned and answered, "I think they do best in the shade of all those oil and gas christmas trees." A testament to Exxon's care for the land.

Yes, I know you're thinking, but that’s the famous King Ranch. Of course, you're right, and you might say, "Well, what about their foreign operations? Say, if they were drilling in the middle of the Sahara Desert, would they do it differently?"

Well, let me tell you, from a firsthand experience, how Esso operates overseas. After working on the King Ranch for a couple of years, I took a transfer to Benghazi, Libya, where I spent two years as a geologist evaluating wells drilled in the Libyan Sahara Desert. I watched those wells from (spud) start to finish, and I’m sure the Libyan Government would have ignored spills, trash, and pumping waste water and drilling mud out on the ground. However, Exxon-Mobil-Esso employees have only one way to operate, and that’s the same whether it's on the King Ranch or in the middle of the Libyan Sahara Desert. When we left a Libyan Desert location, it was as clean a one on the King Ranch. Rex Tillerson has those operational ethics ingrained in him by working for one of the great American companies. He will represent our country admirably, and by having one of the top business leaders in the world representing us, America will be well served.

Now, don't think for a minute, I’m giving my endorsement as a blank check to the Trump administrant. There are a couple of his cabinet selections I’m aghast at. I'm just saying he hit a home run with Exxon-Mobil’s Rex Tillerson.


Thursday, December 8, 2016

thenorphletpaperboy: Have We Lost Christmas?

thenorphletpaperboy: Have We Lost Christmas?:          Have We Lost Christmas? Well, have we? I guess we’d have to define Christmas before we can answer that. In today’s world the...

Have We Lost Christmas?


         Have We Lost Christmas?

Well, have we? I guess we’d have to define Christmas before we can answer that. In today’s world the Christmas Season, as some call it, starts well before---would you believe---Halloween. Yes, and if the trend continues it’ll soon start by Labor Day. Many of our stores and their shoppers would agree the Christmas Season is starting earlier every year, but the rush to shop and the stores push to sell is not the Christmas Season. No, it’s the Holiday Shopping Season, and it’s become a worldwide excuse to shop and sell. Santa Claus is showing up in Japan, Korea, and China, and Black Friday, Digital Monday, and Small Business Saturday are there to be sure those billions of shoppers don’t miss anything. So, if we consider Christmas as a shopping and gift giving season and nothing more, then we have lost Christmas. Yes, buying and selling is certainly a part of our fall and winter season, but it’s not Christmas. Christmas is spiritual. But being spiritual can fit in along with gifts, Christmas Parties, and Christmas dinners. But it doesn’t just happen unless we focus on what makes a Spiritual Christmas.

Our Church Choir sang a piece of music recently that made me think about a Spiritual Christmas. The song was called “Peace” and in the song the spirit of Christmas comes through loud and clear. “Joy, Love, and Peace” were musically linked together, and those three words represent a real spiritual Christmas.

The Joy of a spiritual Christmas is expressed in many ways, and receiving a special gift is one of them. When I was 13, my family lived in a small, farm house a mile from town, and our resources were meager. That year I remember thinking a Christmas stocking with oranges, apples, and candy along with a new shirt or sweater, was going to be about it for me. That Christmas morning, when I walked into the living room, I spotted the Christmas Stocking and sure enough there was that rectangular box that I was sure was a shirt, but oh, my gosh! There was another present that took my breath---it was a Browning Sweet 16 Shotgun. I could only stand there saying “Oh, oh, oh.” The joy of receiving overwhelmed me, but equally my parents, who had sacrificed to buy me that wonderful present, experienced the joy of giving. 

Years later Vertis and I stretched a bit to buy our 10 year old daughter a rabbit fur jacket. Our daughter was so happy and shocked that Christmas morning, she immediately burst into tears. We had the spiritual joy of giving and our daughter had the joy of receiving.

However, you don’t need all the trapping of Christmas to have a spiritual Christmas. I remember a Christmas, far away from family and friends, where one Christmas Eve, Vertis and I sat in a damp concrete-block house in front of a small fireplace, and tried to tune in the BBC on a short-wave radio to hear Christmas Carols. We were living in Benghazi, Libya and that Christmas without Christmas decorations, family or friends our only joy was to be with each other. Yes, it was a spiritual Christmas because as lonely as we were, we still had the inner love, joy, and peace of Christmas.

When we think of Christmas Love, we must place the Christ Child as the center of our Christmas thoughts. God sent Jesus because he loved us, and naturally as the song “Peace” says…”Now is the time for love…” Yes, if we miss out on the Christmas love that we should be sharing, we truly have lost Christmas. Christmas should be a time when we express that love to not only family members, but others who have been a special part of our lives.

Now let’s consider the elusive peace of Christmas. Of course, the angles sang …”Peace on Earth…” and our Christmas song “Peace” goes, “and now is the time for Peace…” But do we have the peace of Christmas this year? We have just been through the most continuous presidential race in our memory, and we need to come together united in peace, love, and joy to face our Nation’s problems. Yes, it is possible. I remember standing on Fifth Avenue across from Saint Patricks’ Cathedral right after 9/11 watching as firemen carried one of their own from the church. An American flag was flying in the north wind from a ladder truck, and I have never been prouder to be an American. We need to, as a nation, have peace and unity as we did after 9/11, and that Peace starts with our family and friends.  

No, we haven’t lost Christmas. It’s still there for the taking. So this Christmas, as we exchange gifts, spend time with family and friends, and share a peaceful Christmas dinner, think of Joy, Love, and Peace. Those three words are the spirit of Christmas, and if you celebrate Christmas with those words firmly in your heart, you certainly won’t have lost Christmas.

 

Thursday, June 9, 2016

thenorphletpaperboy: The Yankee Doctor---excerpt from the funniest of t...

thenorphletpaperboy: The Yankee Doctor---excerpt from the funniest of t...:   Yes, The Yankee Doctor is by all accounts the most popular and funniest of the 12 Richard, the Norphlet Paperboy books. Here I am at El Do...

The Yankee Doctor---excerpt from the funniest of the bunch

  Yes, The Yankee Doctor is by all accounts the most popular and funniest of the 12 Richard, the Norphlet Paperboy books. Here I am at El Dorado High School talking about my books.
The (Evil) Yankee Doctor and his nurse, Miss Tina---the boys are getting even!

“All right, Richard, but you better get ready ‘cause the last patient in the waitin’ room just went in.”

            Evidently that last patient didn’t have much wrong with him ‘cause it wasn’t ten minutes until he left Doctor Carl’s office, and Miss Tina stood up and slowly walked into the back office.

            “Now, let’s go, run, run!” I whispered.

            We dashed across the street, stoppin’ at the office door to look ‘round, to be sure nobody could see us, and as John Clayton held the door open, I ran in and dumped ‘bout 25 pounds of roaches on the floor behind Miss Tina’s desk. They were scurryin’ all over the office, climbin’ up the desk legs, and fannin’ out all ‘cross the floor by the time I got back to the door. The floor was almost a carpet of roaches.  I closed the door real softly, John Clayton jammed a flat piece of wood under the bottom of the door, and we started back toward the patch of weeds.

            “Hey, John Clayton,” I hissed as we ran, “I’ve still got quite a few roaches in this sack. I guess some of them held on to the sack when I tried to dump them out.”

            Richard, look, that’s Doctor Carl’s car! See if it’s unlocked!” John Clayton whispered.

            “It’s unlocked!”

            “Dump the rest of the roaches in the car.”

            I opened the door and shook the tow sack real good. There were a lot more roaches in that sack than I thought. I shut the door, and we crouched in the patch of weeds waitin’ for Miss Tina to come back to the front office. In a couple of minutes roaches started climbin’ up the window and door facin and even though we were across the street crouched  down in a patch of weeds, we could see roaches all over the office.

            “Oh my God, John Clayton, there’re too many. They’re everywhere. I told you 25 pounds of roaches were too many!”

            “What? No, you didn’t. In fact, I had to stop you, or we’d have had 30 or 40 pounds of roaches.”

            We were in a panic now as we watched roaches climb up the plate glass window.

            My heart was beatin’ so hard I could hear it, and John Clayton started whinin’ ‘bout how much trouble we were gonna be in, and how that would get us sent straight to Reform School. Right at that moment I wanted more than anything else in the whole world just to have those roaches back in that tow sack.

            Well, we waited and waited and nothin’ happened. Where was Miss Tina?

            Evidently Miss Tina and Doctor Carl had a long talk or something, ‘cause she stayed and stayed in the back room.

            “Dang, Richard, maybe all the roaches will leave if she stays out a little longer. I sure hope so.”

            “Nahaa, they can’t go nowheres but in that one little room, and man, 25 pounds of roaches is a heck of a lot of roaches.”

            “Oh, oh, oh,” moaned John Clayton.

            Just then Miss Tina stepped out of the back room and started toward her desk. Her hair looked a little messed up and she was straightening her dress. I guess she didn’t look down or pay no attention to the floor ‘cause she just went straight back to her desk, sat down and started goin’ through some papers. Nothin’ happened at all. She just started workin’ and John Clayton and I looked at each other in shock.

            “Where are all the roaches,” I whispered.

            “Maybe they all ran off because she was in the back so long.”

            “Ahaaaaaaaa!”

Suddenly there was a hair-raisin’ scream, that you could’ve heard 10 miles away, and Miss Tina jumped up from her desk, slappin’ her legs, and dancin’ ‘round while she screeched at the top of her lungs.

“Ahaaaaa, help, help, ahaaaaaa, Carl, come here! There’re roaches everywhere! Ahaaaaaaa, oh, Carl, they’re on my legs! Ahaaaaaaa!”

She pulled her skirt all the way up to her panties to slap one of the faster roaches as she screamed and jumped ‘round the office. Heck, I know I was upset ‘bout puttin’ too many roaches in that office, but shoot, after Miss Tina went just wild, I  rolled over laughin’ so hard I thought I’d bust a gut.

            Her screams brought Doctor Carl autta his office, and he saw the roaches right off ‘cause Miss Tina was yellin’ ‘bout ‘em and pointin’ to the roach carpet on the floor, while she was dancin’ ‘round. Doctor Carl stood there for a minute like he didn’t know what to make of it, and before he could move a bunch of roaches ran up his shoe and right up his pants leg.

“Oh, oh, whooooo, one of them is up my pants leg,” he yelled.

We could see the whole thing as we crouched there in the weeds. Shoot, in all my born days I’ve never seen nothin’ like it. That office was just goin’ plum crazy, and now Doctor Carl was shoutin’ some words that was so bad you wouldn’t believe it.

“Come here, Tina, let’s get out of here.”

            Doctor Carl grabbed Miss Tina by the hand and ran for the door, but he didn’t take two steps until he slipped from steppin’ on the roach carpet. He took Miss Tina down with him and for a minute they was a big pile of arms and legs with roaches runnin’ all over ‘em. Miss Tina let out a scream to end all screams as they scrambled to their feet, cursin’ loudly, slappin’ roaches off as they slipped ‘round on the slick floor. Doctor Carl finally grabbed the door knob. We could hear him from across the street.

            “Ahaaaaa, damn, this door won’t open!” he screamed as he yanked and pulled with Miss Tina yellin’ in his ear to let her out of that office or she was gonna die.

            Carl! Carl! They’re up my leg again! Ahaaaaaa! They’re in my hair!”

Doctor Carl pushed and pulled that door so hard that he slipped down again. He jumped up and yelled at Miss Tina.

            Tina, get away from the door!”

            Then Doctor Carl picked up one of the chairs from the waitin’ room and threw it through the door glass. He stepped through the broken glass and managed to pull out the board we’d put under the door, and finally they both ran out still slappin’ at roaches.

            Tina, quick, get in the car!” he yelled.

            When he said that, John Clayton and I looked at each other and almost split from just thinkin’ ‘bout Miss Tina jumpin’ in Doctor Carl’s big car which was full of roaches. We could see ‘em stickin’ to the car windows from across the street.

            Miss Tina pulled her skirt down, and she and Doctor Carl ran over to Doctor Carl’s car. They opened the doors and jumped in.

            “Ahaaaaa! Ahaaaaaa!”

            Miss Tina let out another ear piercing scream and another and another.

“Car, this car is full of roaches!” screamed Miss Tina as she frantically tried to get out. Well, Miss Tina was pretty fast gettin’ autta that car, but since she had sat down on top of maybe 30 or 40 roaches a bunch of them got out of the car with her hangin’ on to her skirt, and a few managed somehow to get in that funny colored red hair. Doctor Carl was cursin’ and yellin’ like nothin’ I’ve ever heard, while he knocked roaches off his suit, but Miss Tina was a whole ‘nother thing. I thought for a minute she had totally lost it as she danced and screamed while tryin’ to rid herself of the more active roaches.

Carl, help; get this damn roach out of my hair,” she screamed.

Doctor Carl slapped a really big one right above Miss Tina’s ear and roach gunk splattered everywhere.

“Oh, oh, damn you, Carl! Now I’ve got roach guts in my hair!”

Finally, they both knocked off the last of the roaches. Miss Tina was cryin’ hysterically. Doctor Carl grabbed her by the hand and they hurriedly walked ‘round the block. I was sure they were goin’ to look for Curly.
            “Come on, John Clayton, let’s get out of here. Grab that piece of wood you put under the door, and run for the back of Echols Grocery. Here, Sniffer, come on boy, let’s go.” John Clayton grabbed the plank he had shoved under the door, and we high-tailed it to the back door of Echols’s Grocery.