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Paul Sibley roosting with pride in the ranch rig he stole from an old man that also gave up his Marshall property in a case of grand theft robbery (according to Billy Roos) which soon became infamous as Macho Acres.
For a longer version of a life of debauchery & ordinary madness, please check out The Colorado Nut Story.
A more recent photo. Sib deep in restoration of an old hippie/meth bus he found abandoned in front of his place near the Stoned Barn Farm
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kda and Karl Arndt
Barr said the Justice Department had not found voter fraud on a scale that could change election results. “Fraud on a scale — also known as the president’s annual physical,” Colbert joked Tuesday.
By Trish Bendix
On Tuesday, Attorney General William P. Barr shot down President Trump’s assertion of widespread voter fraud, acknowledging that the Justice Department had uncovered no wrongdoing “on a scale that could have effected a different outcome in the election.”
“Fraud on a scale — also known as the president’s annual physical,” Stephen Colbert joked on “The Late Show.”https://www.youtube.com/embed/AnC9XKhtE9k
“It’s so weird that they didn’t find evidence of the very thing they never backed up with any evidence.” — JAMES CORDEN
“Oh, man. If Bill Barr had a neck, Trump would totally be wringing it right now.” — JIMMY KIMMEL
“He will be missed.” — STEPHEN COLBERT
“William Barr has been one of Trump’s most obnoxiously loyal allies throughout — emphasis on ‘lies’ in allies. This would be like if Thelma turned on Louise.” — JIMMY KIMMEL
“When Trump heard about William Barr, he was so mad, he ordered William Barr to prosecute William Barr.” — JIMMY FALLON
“At this point, Trump’s lost ‘Fox News,’ Republican senators and now Bill Barr. Today he was like, ‘If Randy Quaid jumps ship, it’s over.’” — JIMMY FALLON
“That is cold. Sending the president of the United States to voice mail like he’s spam? Which he is, but still.” — TREVOR NOAH, on Gov. Doug Ducey ignoring Trump’s call as he was certifying Arizona’s election on Monday
“The president called him while he was signing, and the government sent him straight to voice mail. That is a guy who’s picked up that phone once too often: ‘Yes, Mr. President, you told me. Massive dumps. Right. Listen, I gotta go. Arizona is going through a tunnel. Chhhhhhh.” — STEPHEN COLBERT
“You know ‘Fox & Friends’ were watching this like, ‘Oh, that’s a good trick — we can just not answer the phone. We’ve gotta try that.’” — TREVOR NOAH
“I believe the young people call that ‘ghosting.’” — JIMMY KIMMEL
“Trump just got friend-izona-ed.” — JAMES CORDEN
“You know what makes this move especially gangster is that he knew Trump was watching him on live TV. We’ve all had the moment where we think somebody’s ignoring our call or our text, but to actually see it — to see him look at his phone, see your name and then put it away? Ooh, that had to hurt.” — TREVOR NOAH
“You’ve gotta admit it’s a savage move — savage move from anyone who still uses custom ring tones.” — JAMES CORDEN
Father Charles Brandt—a priest and modern-day contemplative—on the steps of his hermitage overlooking the Oyster River on Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Photo by Grant Callegari
by Brian Payton
September 11, 2018
Congratulations to Brian Payton on winning a Digital Publishing Awardfor this article.
It is early morning with its quiet coolness. I walk out the old logging road. … The logging road along with other trails through the forest is where I practice walking meditation. I do not think of the road as leading anywhere. It is the road to nowhere, the path on which I journey and have been journeying for a lifetime. Although it is the path to nowhere, in reality it is the way to everywhere, because it enables me to enter into communion with the whole community of beings.
—from Self and Environment by Charles Brandt
Slow down. Take a breath. Attend. Insight takes time. Charles Brandt has been meditating and praying on the east coast of British Columbia’s Vancouver Island since 1965. Over that time, he has come to some elegant conclusions about our place in the natural world. He gathered them slowly, through solitude, study, and quiet contemplation. He has acted upon them. Brandt is a Catholic hermit, priest, ornithologist, flight navigator, book conservator, and naturalist. The solitary path he has taken in life can be seen as both a radical departure from and a return to first principles.
Brandt’s hermitage lies at the end of an old logging road near the Oyster River. Surrounded by coastal temperate rainforest, it is a simple, two-story home made of shiplap cedar planks. It has plenty of windows, indoor plumbing, electricity, and internet access. It is a very long way from the Egyptian caves of the Desert Fathers, the first Christian hermits, who inspired him. Brandt built it himself and named it Merton House in honor of Thomas Merton, the author of TheSeven Storey Mountain, the autobiographical account of a young man’s search for faith that is considered one of the most influential religious works of the 20th century.
Brandt is a calming presence, with eyes reflective of having reached both advanced age and wisdom. He seems perfectly present as he holds you in his gaze. He is tall and poised. He wears a loose-fitting sweater and old running shoes; not a clerical collar or habit. He appears not unlike other healthy people his age. And yet he is one in many millions—an ordained Roman Catholic hermit-priest. Although he relies on a walker, he does not hesitate to climb the stairs to his library where he keeps his copy of The Seven Storey Mountain as well as the other books on spirituality, philosophy, and ecology that have shaped him.
Brandt spends time in his study, to read, write, and work on his legacy. Photo by Grant Callegari
Back downstairs, he settles into a comfortable chair between his tidy desk and kitchen. Out every window is the view of understory and the trunks of towering trees.
“I was called to this life,” Brandt explains. “You don’t see anybody or hear anybody. [My hermitage] is on a beautiful salmon river. It’s just ideal for this kind of life.”
For over half a century, Brandt has walked the quiet road leading to his hermitage, his “road to nowhere.” As revelations of abuse and cover-ups eroded the moral authority of the Catholic Church around the world, he continued to meditate, pray, and observe the natural world around him. Over time, he came to consider himself not a theologian but an ecologian. Now, as he approaches the end of his journey, he is taking steps to ensure this land and hermitage are preserved in perpetuity. He also hopes the insights of his generation of ecological thinkers will live on beyond him.
Brandt was 13 when he fell under the spell of the man who famously went to live alone in the woods near Concord, Massachusetts—Henry David Thoreau, the renowned 19th-century American essayist, naturalist, abolitionist, and philosopher. Growing up on a farm near Kansas City, Missouri, Brandt was himself already a budding naturalist and avid birder in 1936 when he first got his hands on a copy of Thoreau’s masterwork, Walden. He was particularly taken with Thoreau’s attempt to develop awareness and empathy for the natural world, honing what Brandt calls the “latent senses.”
A bible bound by Brandt, a bookbinder by trade. The hermit has worked on near priceless tomes, including an original work by James Audubon. Photo by Grant Callegari
After high school, Brandt studied general science and biology at the University of Missouri, and soon realized that his true interest lay in natural history. The Second World War interrupted his post-secondary studies. Brandt enlisted in the US Air Force Reserve and trained as a navigator flying bombers. He did not declare himself a conscientious objector, but became deeply conflicted about his upcoming role in the war and sought the counsel of an Air Force chaplain. Then the atomic bombs were dropped on Japan and the war came to an end. Brandt never saw active duty overseas. After his discharge, he continued to seek spiritual guidance. He also followed his interest in the natural world to Cornell University, where he studied ornithology, took part in a birdsong recording project, and earned a bachelor of science degree.