I walk up a

I walk up a dune to a beach and look out to sea, but it’s 100km away. The ships lie askew in their dry beds, at anchor for ever. Today is my son’s birthday. Thousands of miles from here, his healthy lungs are blowing out candles. I should be there but I’m here with another boy, who puts his face close to mine and laughs. I smile back but realise he can’t see it, because I’m wearing an antiseptic muzzles to protect me from his breath.
A. A. Gill

Washington bureaucrats have classified

Washington bureaucrats have classified the very air we exhale as a pollutant and have gone unchallenged in this incredible assertion. The logical consequence is that there will come a time when we will have to buy a government permit just to emit carbon dioxide into the atmosphere from our own lungs!
Ron Paul