Yesterday we brought you the fun news of a state of Utah elementary school art contest with the awesome theme Where Would WE Be Without Oil, Gas and Mining, in honor of -- wait for it -- Earth Day! (In case you were wondering, no: the state of Utah was not going for a Nothing But Flowers
Merle Travis&#039; &quot;Dark as a Dungeon&quot; is my favorite and has been covered by about everyone. Coal mining has a long history of protest songs: <a href="http:\/\/www.encyclopediaofappalachi...\/entry.php\?rec=55" target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.encyclopediaofappalachia.com/entry.php...">http://www.encyclopediaofap...
<a href="http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch\?v=1n57WBtvtC4" target="_blank">This</a>? There are a number of songs. Billy Edd Wheeler&#039;s <a href="" target="_blank">The Coal Tattoo</a>. This sounds like the 60&#039;s version, I think Wheeler is still alive, got a CMA a few years back, but cannot find a more recent version.
Good heavens. That may displace McGonagall&#039;s Tay Bridge Disaster as the the worst poem ever written in English. Ms. Rinehart has featured here before, I think; I hope the Editrix thinks this is worth giving her another outing.
Oh, for fuck&#039;s sake, why did I click that article?
Seriously, if we don&#039;t, globally, enact a 100% tax on inheritance above, say $50M (I&#039;m generous, and there may be multiple kids), we are fucking doomed.
I actually have little problem with people that got rich by themselves, even when they may be adolescent assholes. I know a few, some assholes, some not. But I detest the ones who were born on third base and think they hit a triple. This is like a de-evolutionary corrective, perhaps to ensure that we won&#039;t pollute the universe.
So, BTW, we&#039;re doomed. Sometimes I hope I never have grandkids.
You know, I&#039;ve read this comment stream several times in the last seven hours, and only now has it occurred to me to ask: where are these coat mines? Burlington? ;&gt;)
I grew up in Milwaukee. Despite forty years in the suburban wilds of Silicon Valley, I still remember &quot;downtown&quot;. And -- I think you know this -- I wasn&#039;t trying to diss Detroit. Rather, suggesting that it&#039;s not dead yet, although seriously wounded by decades of mismanagement of its principal industry.
GETAJOBHIPPIE.
Merle Travis&#039; &quot;Dark as a Dungeon&quot; is my favorite and has been covered by about everyone. Coal mining has a long history of protest songs: <a href="http:\/\/www.encyclopediaofappalachi...\/entry.php\?rec=55" target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.encyclopediaofappalachia.com/entry.php...">http://www.encyclopediaofap...
<a href="http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch\?v=1n57WBtvtC4" target="_blank">This</a>? There are a number of songs. Billy Edd Wheeler&#039;s <a href="" target="_blank">The Coal Tattoo</a>. This sounds like the 60&#039;s version, I think Wheeler is still alive, got a CMA a few years back, but cannot find a more recent version.
But how does it get up to Alaska? Heeennennegghh?
Do they still use nasty chemicals when they spray huge amounts of water to wash away gold?
The Harlan County link lead me to Patty Loveless&#039; wonderful &quot;You&#039;ll Never Leave Harlan Alive&quot;.
Good heavens. That may displace McGonagall&#039;s Tay Bridge Disaster as the the worst poem ever written in English. Ms. Rinehart has featured here before, I think; I hope the Editrix thinks this is worth giving her another outing.
Oh, for fuck&#039;s sake, why did I click that article?
Seriously, if we don&#039;t, globally, enact a 100% tax on inheritance above, say $50M (I&#039;m generous, and there may be multiple kids), we are fucking doomed.
I actually have little problem with people that got rich by themselves, even when they may be adolescent assholes. I know a few, some assholes, some not. But I detest the ones who were born on third base and think they hit a triple. This is like a de-evolutionary corrective, perhaps to ensure that we won&#039;t pollute the universe.
So, BTW, we&#039;re doomed. Sometimes I hope I never have grandkids.
Hydrocarbon reflux?
What? There are jobs in Detroit? Even jobs involving air pollution might have short-term value. Which way is the prevailing wind?
You know, I&#039;ve read this comment stream several times in the last seven hours, and only now has it occurred to me to ask: where are these coat mines? Burlington? ;&gt;)
A Jamaican Jerk Baby?
Thanks again. Up here in Groveland, it may be a while.
I grew up in Milwaukee. Despite forty years in the suburban wilds of Silicon Valley, I still remember &quot;downtown&quot;. And -- I think you know this -- I wasn&#039;t trying to diss Detroit. Rather, suggesting that it&#039;s not dead yet, although seriously wounded by decades of mismanagement of its principal industry.
Or not.
Glue some macaroni around the edge and spray paint the whole thing gold. Art!