Thursday, September 26, 2013

Dear John (an open letter to Oregon's governor)

Dear Governor Kitzhaber,

Really? The public soundly rejected SB 633, so you'll just shove it down the public's collective throat anyway?

GMOs are an economic dead-end, and the companies that seek to peddle that particular brand of snake oil to the public know it. If GMOs had real commercial value, the public would be clamoring for them, not trying to get them rejected; if GMOs had anything of value for the public, companies like Monsanto wouldn't be engaged in endless rounds of expensive litigation and/or legislation involving their ill-conceived products. Allowing the planting of GMO seeds anywhere in Oregon without strict conditions attached risks irreparable harm to Oregon's agricultural industry and permanent changes to its ecology. Please, don't go there.


Phil Hanson


  1. Thanks, Phil!

    You're always a gentleman and scholar.

    Even when dealing with murderous thugs.

    Love you,


  2. Three quick questions, Suze:

    From whence came Cirze?

    Whatever happened to Circe?

    Whatever became of Suzan? ;-)

    Love you back, darlin'. Keep fightin' the good fight.

  3. Hey,

    Cirze is my moniker for when they start coming for us individually. I know they're not that dumb, but they do seem like it, don't they?

    ha ha ha

    Like the picture? It looks like me (okay, from a distance).

    It's a misspelling of the Greek goddess Circe's name.

    Remember her?

    Circe is the daughter of Helios who lives in a mansion in a forest on the island of Aeaea. She is a sister of Medea's father, King Aeetes of Colchis, and Minos' wife, Pasiphae. Circe is a goddess and sorceress who uses drugs to transform men into beasts. In the Odyssey she transforms Odysseus' men into swine when she wines and dines them. With the help of Hermes, Odysseus is able to avoid Circe's spells and persuade her to restore his men to human form. In Hesiod's Theogony, Circe bears sons to Odysseus, including Telegonus.

    Funny, huh?

    Call me sometime.

    We'll catch up.

    Love you,


    1. Hi, Suz . . . er, Cirze! Okay, now it all makes sense. Yes, I'm (somewhat) familiar with Greek mythology; it was the intentional misspelling that threw me off.

      In fact, I do like the picture; if, indeed, you resemble the woman in the picture--even at a distance--I'm tempted to stow away in the wheelwell of the next commercial airliner that's headed east.

      Funny? Let me tell you what's funny (in a sad, pathetic kind of way); two weeks ago, I ditched my phone service so I could go back to high-speed Internet--dial-up just wasn't cutting it. Thanks to current economic conditions in our once great country, I can afford high-speed Internet or a telephone, but I can't afford both on a sustained basis. Considering that I spend 8 to 12 hours online daily compared to an average 2 hours a month on the phone, it seemed like a no-brainer. Wanna try to guess the subject of my next blog post?

      Catching up is a fine idea, Cirze, and so is staying caught up, but if we're going to do it, it will have to be by blog comments and/or e-mail; telephone is no longer an option.

      Love you, too, my friend. Stay well.