When the Baleen Doors Slam Shut

June 25th, 2014
Door slams shut!

Whump!

When the Doors Slam Shut

No one could believe it
Whales were in the Bay
In numbers that had not been seen
for many long a day

A shutterbugs exclusive
Who gets to be that close?
Baleenoptera performance opera
In a mighty dose

Some drew near in kayaks
And birds danced on the nose
But you don’t want to be there
when that cavern starts to close!

Zooming in with cameras
Focus all in view
Zooming birds, excited words
And someone lost a shoe

Surfboards crossed the safety borders
Let me tell you whut-
WHUMP! You better back up when
The baleen doors slam shut!

jr

Notes: Having evolved together in a sacred partnership, the Pelicans are in no danger. The whale in this photo waited patiently for the bird to fly out before closing up shop!

Please sign and share these petitions:

http://petitions.moveon.org/sign/stop-the-navys-war-on

http://petitions.moveon.org/sign/no-fishing-in-pacific

Reminder: NRDC is our featured speaker at this years THANK YOU WHALES event. For info: http://www.oceanoutfallgroup.com/thank-you-whales.html

For tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/thank-you-whales-tickets-11924974921

And read today’s story about Navy Sonar:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/brenda-peterson/war-games-kill-whales_b_5524085.html?utm_hp_ref=green

Love and respect,

Joey Racano, Director
Ocean Outfall Group
www.OceanOutfallGroup.com
www.EarthSourceMedia.org

When Kids just Went Sailing

April 17th, 2014
Templeton, California Grade 2

Templeton, California Grade 2

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When Kids just Went Sailing

The world is exploding, our systems eroding
The warning signs say that it’s time to go boating
Follow the children and ask if it fits them
to allow us on board the new dawn they bring with them

And as we pass garbage, huge islands of plastic
we’ll do transmutation, make something fantastic!
Put holes in a cocoanut, make it a whale call
Blow through it toward the horizon ’till nightfall

Awake in the morning surrounded by whales
Lifting their flukes to protect us from gales
Each smiling broadly, baleen ten feet wide
Making shrimp scampi from krill, side to side

After the storm, our eyes made out the form
of millions of whales, could this be the new norm?
In whale pod formation, the largest cetacean
signaled with flukes to go back to our nation

With pinpoint precision, a pod of ten million
left the pavilion in a splash of vermillion
Set on a course headed for the horizon
right underneath where a blue moon was rising

Humpbacks breached left and Fin whales breached right
Gray whales were darker, Belugas were white
Orcas went down as the Blue Whales arose
I sat on the bow and they rubbed on my toes

They left us ashore on a still-rising island
I jumped off the arc and the lead whale was smiling
Knee deep in surf, I admired the place
Mango trees, bumble bees, lots of great space

and so on and so on and so on it goes
the story of children with whale petting toes
who ended the old ways of sonar and whaling
ended forever when kids just went sailing!

jr

World in Peril, World of Hope

April 9th, 2014
3rd Annual Thank You Whales

3rd Annual Thank You Whales

World in Peril, World of Hope

A World in peril, great in scope
But all’s not lost if we have hope
Our very skies and endless seas
Face man-made realities

Who brought the idea with them
of predation on our life support system
What a way to make a living
Take take take and never giving

Children won’t learn much from whales
languishing in cement jails
Money spent on their ‘protection’
steers them in the wrong direction

Nations rise and nations fall
Depending on who heeds the call
Shoguns wise allowed no logging
Make a mudslide, get a flogging

The most important thing we do
is teach those who come after you
Give them knowledge, not BS
For they will have to clean our mess

jr

Mark your calender folks! August 16th, 2014 is the date of this years 3rd Annual Thank You Whales celebration, held at the Avila Community Center in Avila Beach, California. Each year, Thank You Whales commemorates the amazing events at Avila Beach, when whales swam into the harbor in pre-hunting numbers- right up to the gates of Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power Plant. The owners of the Power Plant, Pacific Gas and Electric (recently indicted):

http://articles.latimes.com/2014/apr/01/local/la-me-pipeline-charges-20140402

…were about to begin bombarding the waters off the Central Coast of California with 69,000 sound blasts from air canons louder than an atomic bomb. This seismic testing would have virtually wiped out individuals and pods of many species who frequent the area, including Humpbacks and Great Blue Whales and a species of Harbor Porpoise endemic only to the area. The whales saved the day.

Please join us this year! There will be many whale dignitaries and authors, music, food and keynote speech by Captain Paul Watson, a worldwide hero fresh off a global victory against the Antarctic whale-poaching operation by the Japanese, recently stopped by the International Whale Commission. See Paul’s interview with Bill Maher:

http://ecowatch.com/2014/04/08/sea-shepherd-bill-maher/

Special thanks to the OOG ladies making this years event happen, teaching kids about whales in their classrooms and rewarding the class who provides this years winning art for our T shirts with a pizza party!

Noon-4:00 Saturday, August 16th, Avila Community Center, California.

Then attend our Sunset spiritual prayer on Old Port Beach at fire pit, led by Fred Collins, Tribal Administrator, Northern Chumash Tribal Council, with ‘Sunset Blessings’ and Brother Michael J. Phillips, Benedictine Monk, with ‘Flower ceremony’

Optional daytime activities include: *Morning and on-going Beach Cleanup, *Mermaid Contest, *Whale and Sea-oriented Sand Sculptures!

With happy-hope for the future,

Joey Racano,
Ocean Outfall Group

visit our event page on Facebook at: Thank You Whales

Sea of Suffering

March 30th, 2014
Sea of Suffering

Sea of Suffering

http://sandiegofreepress.org/2014/03/whats-with-all-those-protests-at-seaworld/#.UzhjqVfRgo9

What’s with All Those Protests at SeaWorld?

By Barb Dunsmore / Special from the OB Rag

SeaWorld-orca-v-money: When it comes to impassioned feelings about SeaWorld, most readers of the OB Rag are well aware that much has recently been written, discussed, filmed, and documented. The world began to take notice with the release of Gabriella Cowperthwaite’s documentary Blackfish. It started with ripples of awareness that have now become waves of deep concern. The worldwide anger the movie unleashed is nearly impossible to ignore.

While SeaWorld was celebrating their 50th anniversary last Friday [March 21], everyday citizens, myself included, were standing on Sea World Drive protesting 50 years of inhumane captivity, drawing attention to what we, and a growing number of people around the world see as a new vision for SeaWorld: the recently proposed California Captive Orca Welfare and Safety Act – AB 2140. A new vision that could be a win-win for the orcas and SeaWorld alike, where the orcas would finally be free from the confines and cruel control inflicted upon them daily.

Who are we that protest you ask?

We are a growing group of passionate believers in the equality of humans and non-humans to live in this world without cruelty or enslavement or captivity of any kind. We want our children to revere all animals and not see them as something here for our entertainment, but rather have an undying respect and appreciation for them.

We are professional doctors, lawyers, small business owners, students, teachers, writers, artists, parents, environmentalists from all walks of life. We come from a place of integrity and a united desire to see animals treated just the way we all wish to be treated. What a concept!

We want to encourage the efforts of Assemblymember Richard Bloom (D), Santa Monica, to pass Assembly Bill 2140—California Captive Orca Welfare and Safety Act and hope you will join us in this effort. (More on that below.)

We don’t want SeaWorld to shut its doors

We do not want Sea World to shut its doors; nor do we believe the passage of AB 2140 would result in the closing of SeaWorld or be a huge revenue loss for the City of San Diego. Rather, quite the opposite. SeaWorld doesn’t need to close to operate more humanely – it just needs to change its business model.

Today’s most popular attractions involve everything from visual, interactive, digitized features that both entertain as well as educate the public. Now with gigantic animatronics and life-size animation facets, we are brought into worlds of everything from distant planets, under-the-sea life, exotic and ever-so-realistic monsters, dinosaurs, sharks, etc. The possibilities are limitless. SeaWorld could very well be as globally exciting as Disneyland, the Monterey Bay Aquarium, Universal Studios, and so many other huge entertainment venues that do not involve captive, performing animals.

The reality is that Sea World is not the happy-go-lucky world it appears to be. There is something rotten festering beneath the waters. The orcas–captive, inbred, kidnapped from their pods, mothers and babies torn away from each other in agony, isolated in solitary confinement and suffering from everything from physical diseases to mental trauma—these are the “performers” captured for entertainment solely for the commercial coffers of Sea World.

We can no longer applaud the tragedy we now know exists behind the scenes. There needs to be a new and more compassionate Sea World—a beautiful new perspective that will change not only the lives of what we call the ‘San Diego 10,’ but generations of other marine mammals imprisoned in the name of “family entertainment.”

Meet the ‘San Diego 10’

Meet the ‘San Diego 10’:

Corky II, captive 45 yrs.;
Kasatka, captive 36 yrs.:
Ulises captive 34 yrs. – all three wild caught, kidnapped from their mothers, their pods. Then there is
Makani,
Kalia,
Ikaika,
Nakai,
Shouka,
Keet
and Orkid,– all captive bred held prisoner from 13 months to 21 yrs., respectively. – see here:

http://deathatseaworld.com/?p=968

SeaWorld, you have made millions, if not billions off the capture, breeding and confinement of these massive, beautiful, intelligent orcas for decades. Don’t you think it’s time you give something back to them? Use your billions to invest in and release the ‘San Diego 10’ to seaside sanctuaries, if not the wild. It’s time for a moral, ethical and compassionate change, Sea World. The world is watching…Empty the Tanks.

The students of Pt. Loma High School have a message for you SeaWorld.

Here is what you can do right now. Call and/or write to:

1. Your own Assemblymember.

2. The Assemblymembers on the Water, Parks and Wildlife Committee. (Find here http://sandiegofreepress.org/2014/03/whats-with-all-those-protests-at-seaworld/#.UzhjqVfRgo9)

• AB 2140 must be approved by Water, Parks and Wildlife Committee FIRST in order for it to move forward. Hearing date has not yet been set but we are hopeful it will be sometime in April.

3. The Assemblymembers on the Appropriations Committee (once the bill has been referred to this committee, we will put the word out, no need to call them yet).

Contact info for this committee may be found here

http://sandiegofreepress.org/2014/03/whats-with-all-those-protests-at-seaworld/#.UzhjqVfRgo9

If your Assemblymember sits on one of the committees in which the bill will be heard, make sure you say it will be heard in the committee when communicating your support. Supporters should write to their Assemblymember, as well as the Chair and Vice-Chair of the committee in which the bill will be heard next (at present, that would be Assemblymembers Rendon and Bigelow).

Messages should be polite, concise and to-the-point: A simple “I Support AB 2140” sponsored by Assemblymember Bloom, will suffice.

And lastly, please sign this Petition to the State of California joining over 1,131,000 others who support the passage of AB 2140 –

“The greatest kindness to be achieved here would be to end breeding and prevent any new captures from being brought in, so the whole concept just fades away. That way the bad idea of cetacean captivity that is and always has been can be put behind us.” ~ Kaarina Makowski.

SeaWorld’s 50th Anniversary Protest

Note: Very recently “a bill that would ban keeping orca whales in captivity in New York passed in the state’s Standing Committee on Environmental Conservation, meaning that it is one step closer to being signed into law.”

Seminar with the Avatar

February 20th, 2014
Seminar with the Avatar

Seminar with the Avatar

Seminar with the Avatar

A Potpourri of people lined up for the bus
We had no idea why they’d chosen us
There were natives and tribesmen and lawyers and loggers
Hermits and handymen, Jesuits and joggers

The strange looking soldier-like men in tall boots
Handed out billowy Velcro snap suits
Each of them sported a breast pocket patch
That showed when the pocket was closed with a latch

We barely had time to slip into our suits
before we departed for unknown pursuits
I drank it all in as I climbed on the rig
Never before had I seen one so big

The huge darkened windows, the streamlines of chrome
I wasn’t on board yet but missing my home
Whatever this was it was over my head
I plopped in my seat with a feeling of dread

My chair on the bus matched my billowy suit
No noise suggesting we didn’t pollute
We rose in the air without making a sound
Grasping our seats as the bus left the ground

In seconds it looked like we passed through the moon
through an opening that looked like a spinning typhoon
We exited that into colors so furious
we all shut our eyes but were just too dam curious

Watching ourselves from a distance ahead
Two of each person met up head to head
Some kind of inversion disturbing the time
My heart was afraid but the journey sublime

I looked out the window and off to my right
saw stars peeking out of the forever night
The left was the aisle where a husband and wife
sat frightened with others from all walks of life

Above us a portal administered gas
that spread through the cabin and calmed us down fast
The mist floated down as we floated ahead
Behind us was blue and in front of us red

It may have been years but it passed in a flash
We came to our senses in time for the splash
A voice from the cockpit said “We’re halfway through toil-
or, in your home language, we’ve just hit peak oil”

And yes, I could see all the stars slowing down
Outside the retros were whirring with sound
Ahead was what looked like a mixing of liquids
As old as the stars, or in Latin, antiquus

We fell in its midst like an egg into jello
The doors popped right open as if to say ‘hello’
We all were directed to exit the craft
where luminous ladies positioned our raft

The bus had been large, there were ten rafts in all
each drifting over a Niagara Fall
Down we went spiraling end over end
stopped on a landing then falling again

Finally we settled on top of a river
If white water takes, then this one was a giver
Everything calm in a crystalline blue
We entered a cavern and switched to canoe

We soon had no water, much like our own shortage
We carried canoes on our heads for the portage
Finally reaching a temple of gold
Where many a pauper and king left their soul

We feasted on mangos bananas and nuts
Grass skirted girls showed us to separate huts
And there on the walls were the writings of God
You couldn’t erase them, I found that quite odd

You just asked a question, the wall did the rest
Of oracles ever this one was the best
“Why was I born?” was the first thing I said
‘To feel what you’re feeling’ came written in red
“Is that why you brought me?” I queried right back
“Indeed” came the answer, “Now lie on your back”

Obeying the words, I lay flat on the bed
Where up on the ceiling, a video fed
It showed every image from man’s distant dawn
To war and pollution, how far it’s all gone

I saw the gulf gusher and spears pierced my heart
A fawn with her doe made me laugh with a start
A mushroom cloud loomed over several atolls
My body responded with bullet-like holes

With every clear image my heart skipped a beat
I wanted to run but could not feel my feet
I heard someone cry from one hut to another
A very strong man crying out for his mother

When the video ended the wall wrote in pen
‘Your time here is done; or else watch it again’
“I don’t understand, and I’ve come all this way-
Is there anything else you can teach me today?”

‘There was good on the Earth before man arrived
It is not up to God how you all live your lives.’
The wall started fading as some unseen hand
wrote, ‘And who ever said you were supposed to understand?’

Out of the cavern and back to the rafts
onto the river of summertime drafts
Up spun the falls in a shower of foam
We boarded the bus to the place we call home

Still often at night when the stars are a-twinkle
I dream of the space time continuum wrinkle
that gave me the chance to take part in the dance
of the Avatars seminar wisdom romance!

jr

National Disgrace

February 7th, 2014
National Geographic" How best to kill it?"

National Geographic” How best to kill it?”

National Disgrace

National Geographic
Dance the light fantastic
But your soul has grown cold;
your morals elastic

Adventurous mag of my childhood
whisked me away from that neighborhood
But somewhere your heart washed ashore
In its place on your chest is an open sore

Nat Geo, what the hell-
Partying up to Royal Dutch Shell?
Leading the nation in oil exploration
Integrity on melancholy vacation

They’re up on the beach
And what do you teach?
The best way to kill them
You son of a…

jr

Nat Geo is the sponsor of world oceans summit 2014 in Halfmoon Bay- *BUT* instead of pondering why the whales strand, the focus is better ways of euthanasia:

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/02/140205-whale-stranding-euthanasia-oceans-animals-medicine-science/#

In our posting last week entitled ‘Haunted House on Half Moon Hill’, I wrote about the shameful participants in World Oceans Summit 2014, to be held in the Ritz Carlton mansion in Half Moon Bay later this month (Feb 24-27). The cost alone should get your attention! It’s several thousand dollars to get in the door!

http://www.economistinsights.com/sustainability-resources/event/world-ocean-summit-2014

The event is a whose who of ocean extraction and no action activist’s in activist inaction. Royal Dutch Shell, the worlds most deadly company, the World Bank, in charge of development in 89 countries around the world, and many others. All coming together pretending to be an environmental meeting, but instead it’s about carving up the ocean as they once subdivided the land.

And instead of asking their guests of honor why they are killing whales with seismic tests and sonar, and factory-overfishing and mining and more, instead, the focus is on easier ways to kill whales who dare wash ashore, causing embarrassment and scrutiny for these huge multi national corporations who want to extract our oceans to death.

Shame on National Geographic. Shell, burn in hell.

Joey Racano, Director
Ocean Outfall Group

www.oceanoutfallgroup.com

On Facebook:

stop navy sonar testing and

stop the diablo canyon seismic testing

Sacred Unions

February 6th, 2014
Sacred Union

Sacred Union

Sacred Unions

The year of the horse runs its course
through valleys filled with snow
Distant cries fill Northern skies
and Borealis begins to glow

A hunters moon sheds its gold cocoon
and wolves begin to howl
The equinox opens up its box
for the solar winds to growl

Aurora slashes and her light storm flashes
taming a dark expanse
Her twin down south uses a fiery mouth
to encapsulate the worlds romance

Far below in the land of snow
the gathering of the pack
A timeless game that always ends the same
when the wolves begin to track

A signal here and a silence there
Hooves slow in a powdery snow
The quiet turns to din as the pack closes in
Led above by the raven and crow

Auroura Borealis entwines with the Australis
Sunlight making love in the ionosphere
A Wolf in his palace, kills without malice
Behold these Sacred Unions of the Atmosphere

jr

State of the Union by joey racano

January 30th, 2014
State of the Union 2014

State of the Union 2014

STATE of the UNION

by joey racano

(Wild applause)

“Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you all. Please be seated. Today, I stand before you at a date that is perhaps not the same as the one you see on your calender. Perhaps not the one you see on your google glass, monitor screen, or the one on your television. My fellow Americans, and peoples of the world as well, I stand before you on a date that can only be described as late.

The date is late, the situation -one of our own making- is dire, and time to act is short. And yet as I come here tonight, there is no sense of urgency. No sense of teamwork. No sense that our difficult situation is even one of reality.

We stand as a nation, mired in the muck of dogmatic posturing, applauding at the wounds of our young soldiers, willing to accept the deaths of our people for dubious reasons. For example, we find it acceptable for soldiers to die that we may pump more CO2 into the already dying atmosphere. Some call us a nation of heroes. I call us a nation still practicing human sacrifice.

As was long ago predicted in the science fiction novels of dark geniuses, drones controlled by unkown men holding a joystick in middle America wipe out children at wedding parties in the middle East. Videos of our military cutting down journalists is exposed by heroes who are tortured in prison for their bravery. Exiled to far flung shadows are those who expose mass spying on our friends, citizens neighbors, and heads of state of our allies.

And yet, as we careen blindly into a future devoid of forests, fish and friends, the conversation begins and ends with how straight we stand when saluting a flag, how many pairs of camoflauge pants our children wear to school, how many babies we save from abortion so they can be sacrificed in some future military aggression. Art is shunned, and starves in the streets of a neighborhood that recently closed its only emergency room. We harken back to the ill fate of the Library of Alexandria, where the world’s first woman scholar was flayed alive with abolone shells as the library burned to the ground.

My fellow Americans and citizens of the world, time is short and the hour is late. But all is not lost lost so long as the newly awakened youth, are ready to rise up against the failed policies of the past and ring in the new paradigm, where real men adore the colorful wings of a butterfly rather than the best MMA knockouts show. Where women lead their adoring men on paths toward peace and altruism rather than the new car dealership.

Most of all it will take courage; the courage to reject two-party politics that have us at the brink of self destruction. Courage to see military as a force for ecology rather than extraction. Courage to resist. Courage to speak up and speak out. And for the elders, the courage to heed the call of the youth.

(stunned silence, wild applause, then sirens in the distance)

Joey Racano

The Whole Dam Pacific

September 2nd, 2013

The Whole Dam Pacific

On March the eleventh, two thousand eleven
I finally launched my one slice of heaven

a thirteen foot skiff with strong metal oarlocks
and rowed it away from witches and warlocks

I stocked it with food before leaving Japan
prepared to catch fish and so that was my plan

It wasn’t enough that I brought my new phone
I also brought stuff to avoid being alone

There was Charlie Chernobyl, my trusty Iguana
and a milk carton filled with the best marijuana

I bought from Yakuza, a Japanese mobster
whose last parting gift was a still-alive lobster

And so off it was as we rowed out to sea
a lizard, a lobster, my pot stash and me

By noon we were too far to see any land
I cranked up an IPOD to hear a cool band

and just when the solo began to get strong
I noticed the birds headed off to Hong Kong

Tuna and dolphins and whales said vamoose
Something real bad was about to break loose

Snap! Went the lobster, and snip! went the lizard
Queeziness took a good hold on my gizzard

Soon a crescendo of sound came around
Not from the sky but from someplace way down

That’s when a fish shouted ‘evacuation!’
I fumbled my radio onto a station

The radio managed just one garbled word
‘Earthquake’, (which we already knew from the birds)

Charlie Chernobyl

Charlie Chernobyl

Then in the background, someone called out, ‘Mommy!’
And I braced with both hands for a major tsunami

That’s when a wave went right under my boat
We were ok, and continued to float

One hundred and thirty three feet, that was huge
It made storm surge Katrina seem pro Baton Rouge

But splash! Went the lobster and sploosh! Went the lizard
None could have saved them, not even a wizard

I never looked back toward the sea of Japan
I’m nobody’s genius but am a bright man

The wave had bounced off Fukushima-Daiichi
like Fonz used to do to his poor cousin Ciacci

I just kept on rowing ahead of the glowing
which helped me at night to see where I was going

And just when I thought I was safely away
Two giant creatures burst out of the spray

One was my lizard, turned into Godzilla
and a thousand-foot lobster, now a one-man flotilla

May day, oh may day, I called on the phone
Is anyone out there un-cesium boned?
My mom must be worried, I want to go home
The whole dam Pacific’s a nuclear zone

jr

Hold, King Neptune

August 26th, 2013
Hold, King Neptune

Hold, King Neptune

Hold, King Neptune
Great King Neptune, stay thy sword
Smite us not, thou briny lord
Give us but a cause to fear
Fair warning that the end draws near

Blue Poseidon hold thy Trident
There’s no call to be so strident
Long the years have passed since when
Your maelstrom was unleashed on men

Not all people share the blame
for Turtles in the Gulf aflame
Many know as well as you
Of Fukushima’s toxic brew

Father Ocean, please be kind
some were young when stricken blind
Born with no love in their hearts
evolving slow, in fits and starts

Not all men deserve your wrath
Reverent always of your bath
Lash your swells both taut and deep
Reserve Hell’s judgement lest good men weep

jr