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Chronopolis, a sci-fi novel by joey racano

Friday, February 6th, 2015
A Time Machine powered by the energy of several stars, used to change history -

A Time Machine powered by the energy of several stars, used to change history –

Chronopolis: A book of science fiction by joey racano, 209 pages, lot’s of fun!

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chronopolis/318012341728797

US Torture Court Puts Sea Shepherd in Jeopardy

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2014
Sea Shepherd beach cleanup, Ventura

Sea Shepherd beach cleanup, Ventura

Save the Brave

Brave Sea Shepherds deep in the ice
Fighting off poachers like salmon fight lice
Pity the toothfish who won’t last for long
The greedy old poachers, sea-death is their song

Ninth circuit court embarrassed our nation
They support torture but not conservation
Now the sea shepherds are out on thin ice
Fighting as men though surrounded by mice

Torturers ruled against saving the whales
Turned a deaf ear to Guantanamo wails
Nations united must stand ‘gainst the trolls
People love whales, read the lopsided polls

People are leading, the leaders must follow
All of the rhetoric only rings hollow
Sign the petition, call on the UN
Help us put nature together again

jr

http://petitions.moveon.org/sign/ask-the-united-nations?source=c.em&r_by=5402050

World in Peril, World of Hope

Wednesday, 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

National Disgrace

Friday, 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

Thursday, 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

Thursday, 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

Monday, 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

Monday, 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

The Nudibranch Train

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

The Nudibranch Train

The Nudibranch Train

‘All aboard!’ came the pullman porter’s refrain
so we all climbed aboard on the Nudibranch Train
Sloshing his feet, he slid down the aisle
collected our tickets and left with a smile

And so it began in a warm summer rain
A curious trek on the Nudibranch Train
which took us from somewhere, I won’t be specific
Eventually plunged us into the Pacific

The colors were stellar on every box car
(Nudibranchs wear the couture of a star)
Hues made of blue, lemon-lime, red and mango
Nudibranchs look like a visual tango

Even the rainbows turn green with envy
A kaleidoscope knows that he’s been beaten when he
encounters a Nudibranch riding the currents
Fluorescent with pinstripes, and black light deterrents

As goes the engine, so goes the caboose
They covered the spectrum from pink to chartreuse
One car was striped red and white candy cane
What’s not to like on the Nudibranch Train?

Back at the station, a shark and cetacean
awaited the train with a friendly crustacean
out to console a poor butterflies soul
who used to be Monarch (now Nudibranch’s role)

‘Woodside! Callabassas!’ the Porter did shout
And slow as molassass, the Jellyfish got out
They always paid less, and were loved for chatoyancy
Though sometimes, without them, it helped with the bouyancy

Transporting us wasn’t too hard for these gents
But we lost all our luggage in geotherm vents
Topside, the storm raged in circular motion
But it wasn’t a factor this deep in the ocean

Finally arriving at Marrianna’s Trench
I helped them switch tracks with a barnacled wrench
Cuttlefish cuddled and Octopus cried
while mermaids and conch shells waited outside

Some said hello, some said their farewells
Some twirled antennae, and vibrated shells
Next thing you know we zoomed off again
Another adventure on the Nudibranch Train!

jr

Roses and Prayers

Thursday, August 22nd, 2013

Roses and Prayers

With roses and prayers, let abundance increase
said the good Brother Michael on a mission of peace
Ribbon Eels, Nudibranchs, Jellyfish strings
These are among the most beautiful things

Whale spouts cascading, migrations parading
A sailors return to a lover there waiting
Bubbles from deep, where the sea chose to keep
an anonymous wreck, hold still laden with teak

Depth without measure, oft laden with treasure
where divers seek danger and mermaids seek pleasure
Unbridled seahorses ridden by none
exposing the handle of Blue Beard’s own gun

So many secrets are kept by the sea
and we are the keepers of antiquity
Keepers of life, keepers of gold
And both may ye find there in that cargo hold!

jr

(sign our petition against Navy Sonar please):

http://petitions.moveon.org/sign/tell-the-navy-call-off.fb29?source=s.icn.fb&r_by=5824444

Thank you Brother Michael J Phillips for your part in our Thank You Whales ceremony Saturday in Avila! I am sure the good will you worked to create will keep bringing about miracles like this one below, news from our good friends at OCEANA:

‘We have some big news on seismic airgun testing this week! Thanks to the spirited debate brought on by activists like you, the Department of the Interior announced a six-month delay on their seismic airgun decision. This means we’ll see no seismic airgun blasts in the Atlantic this year and have more opportunities to convince them to make the right choice and halt testing for good’.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/noise-from-seismic-air-guns-could-be-skirmish-before-war-over-offshore-drilling/2013/08/18/1d4559dc-05d2-11e3-88d6-d5795fab4637_story.html

With love and respect,

joey racano

Photo: Diane Smith of Brother Michael

Brother Michael's Ceremony

Brother Michael’s Ceremony