[We are pleased to present these guest shots at sitting ducks from the affable Bear Bait]
OK, Bobzee. You know what the real deal is on all this: money. It is about the money.
To avoid taxes, big money creates trusts. It is the only way with high death taxes to pass on wealth. Your kid can be a director of the trust, and be paid handsomely to manage the money. The catch is that trusts have to dispose of a percentage of their dough each year. Give it away, as it were.
So science types, universities, and NGOs line up to take their money. They are given the money to research whatever the trustees think they might like researched. Idle heirs, living well, tilt to “causes”, and social engineering projects, like “saving” the planet. If you romance them well enough, you get paid well, get to pursue your scientific specialty, and maybe or maybe not, the world will benefit. But mostly, you are turning the tricks your John prefers. The Sun Oil fortune is the Pew Trust. Do you really think the Sun Oil founders went to grave knowing someday their money would be used to shut down the oceans to fishing, among other things? Naw. Trust managers hijacked the trust, aided and abetted by heirs. Turned it into a liberal’s goose of the golden eggs. And there are hundreds of trusts just like that spewing money to support outcome based science.
None of this species splitting and ESA stuff comes out of thin air. Someone has to be making themselves the world’s authority on some sub species of plant or animal, then writing about it, and then promoting it to become the next ESA candidate. That, of course, translates to a lifetime job. You are the authority and protector. Lucky you.
If we don’t watch out, we will have someone assigned to every plant and animal on earth, and just their science and research will probably cause more harm than good to come to all species. I have often thought about Audubon, and how many critters he killed every day. Just to look at them up close.
For those who are not of the lucky sperm club or who have not made millions in commerce, there is the opportunity to “save” the earth by giving small amounts of money to BINGO’s, the Big International NonGovernmental Organizations, like Greenpeace, Sierra Club, Nature Conservancy, ad nauseum. You get to feel good and have a tax write-off. Again, good intentions are the product of financial manipulation, the tax write-off. You tithe to our Earth’s saviors. Oh, goody for you!! And what a better hook to get you into doling out your cash than a charismatic critter or plant that needs saving in some special habitat most certainly doomed to be farmed, logged, mined or otherwise developed.
Ducks Unlimited buys land with hunter’s money to keep hunters from shooting ducks. The Rocky Mtn Elk Foundation does likewise. Hunting is not a catch and release sport, so fishermen fare somewhat better. Their NGOs allow some fishing on waters they “protect.”
Giving is driven by tax deductions, advertising, and applied guilt. No matter, the process is about saving the Earth and getting enough money to pursue that goal, with government help. For trusts, foundations, any non-profit, and people with a need to reduce their tax load, the ESA is perfect. Just dandy. And it is a NIMBY deal. You do it to someone else, somewhere else. Just so you can feel good, look good, or make a good impression on someone else. It is not really about the animals or plants. Most giving is a Ralph Lauren moment on a JC Penney budget. Look at me!
So the Zappa moment in jumping meadow mice, the Don’t Squeeze the Prebles Movement, is about money. Who has control, the power, and the money. If you are a biologist working for whoever has the money at this time, saving the ESA listed meadow mouse will pay more bills than your being a laborer on the road crew or the framing crew that will build the house in the meadow now used by the mouse. If you work it right, you have a lifetime job and the poor jaboney building houses has a job until this one runs out, which is yesterday.
And so it goes. The bankers who handle the NGO money until it is needed, the fund raisers, the smooth talkers, the shills and go-to boys and girls, the science types, the trust puppies and their trust management yes men and women, the list is very long, and it is all about people sucking on the teat of the ESA and for the sweet milk of success they are enjoying. It is an industry. It is a cornerstone of urban living and lifestyles.
So put some more ethanol in the tank and bitch about food prices and mega-Ag ruining the environment by fence row to fence row plantings, fossil fuel fertilizers, and the like. Bitch about slow responses to forest fire fighting, and then brag about stopping the loggers trying to reduce fuels. But most of all, keep those dollars flowing to the BINGOs, the little NGOs, and the like. They want your money. They exist on your money! Send them more!!! Save on those taxes. Maybe they can find a sub-sub-species of Prebles, and raise some more ruckus, file some more lawsuits, let the monkey dance for more money, forever and forever.
I will tell that the defining moment for me in this species deal was when I read the justification the Gallatin Natl Forest gave for funding a program to eliminate brook trout (salvelinus fontanalis), rainbow trout, and brown trout from some tributaries of the Shields river. The money came from the money Exxon paid to the USFS in the Exxon Valdez tanker spill in Alaska. Not only was the money not being spent on fixing the Alaskan environment, it was being used to kill fish in Montana. This was a save the Bulltrout, save the Cutthroat trout deal, using blood money from an oil spill to kill non-native chars and trout. They had the money and a place to spend it. Just the iron in the irony of the deal was more than enough to build another double hulled oil tanker.
It is truly about the money. If a critter is ever helped, it was by accident. And I finally figured it out when my grandson asked me if I knew what the first thing that went through a bumble bee’s brain when it hit a pickup truck windshield. I didn’t know. He told me: it’s his butt.
I asked if that was an Epiphanbee? He just looked at me in way that implied “wateryoutalkingabout?” Well, it was for me and the bee, too, I suppose.
It is all about the money. — bear bait