I will be closing down my MySpace page. The drama created by those who hate is not worth the benefits. I have more important things to do.Mood: Loving Mia
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"Sail forth - steer for the deep waters only, Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee and thou with me, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all."
- Walt Whitman
It's not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or when the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt
On the day that I was knighted by the divine gale, I knew that in my battles I could not fail, Nor could I, or my crew, be hurt or fall. Magic yes, that was the call, A truth felt in the deep depths of my soul, True, only if I keep true to my role.
The power was once so much stronger, Will it hold true for very much longer? Findings paths where trails don’t exist Engaging foes in the storms and the mist, Draped in a cloak of flowing mystery, Allowing me to weave myth with history.
Shepherd avenger on the storm tossed wave, So many species, so many lives to save, A madness of directed obsession, Into the wind I scream my confession. They know not what they do the fools, I know I can stop them, if given the tools.
A fair ship and a brave crew, Although good crew are so relatively few The obstacles increasingly grow Yet the power continues to flow, And as it does, I must act at will, Or all that I love they will surely kill
Within the dark confines of my inner being It is from there that I perfected the art of seeing, Seeing is treason to humanity For what is revealed is mass insanity Thus all rules are broken in this quest, No more must I regret or confess.
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FEATURED POEM
Leaves Speaking in the Breeze
Can you hear the leaves speaking in the breeze? Whispers and murmurs so subtle and soft Talk is of evil stalking the forest Silent screams shiver within crying trees Defenders hang protest banners aloft Selfless players in the wooded chorus
With nothing to gain from protecting life Condemned by agents and soldiers of greed Risking their lives for great voiceless giants The forest echoes with machines and strife Logs trucked to sawmills and pulp mills to feed Sparking an alliance of defiance
The great redwoods rendered into charcoal Nature’s cathedrals leveled to clearcuts, Roaring chainsaws spitting eco-destruction Tearing apart the forest heart and soul Hard bodies hauled away on funeral trucks
Dying for humanity’s construction Once the great trees were sacred entities Providing life through food, shelter and air Worshipped by ancient cultures of the wise Ideas tossed for modern amenities By a species that refuses to share Severing all of nature’s sacred ties
Is there no one who will fight for the trees? Where are the eco-warriors of the dark woods? Calls for champions echo from the forest Compassionate green Knights on bended knees Verdant clad tree defending Robin Hoods Voices rising high in righteous chorus
The mighty Oaks mercilessly struck down Congealing sap growing cold as they die Vicious axes felling white knotty pine Ancient redwoods no longer can be found So few humans to hear the forests cry Man’s thoughtless arbocide crossing the line
Trees die for paper for funding appeals Thick papers published on saving the trees Signing petitions. send contributions! Attending meetings, compromising deals Lawyers reaping in hefty legal fees Promises made devoid of solutions
A valiant few sit in the high branches Ridiculed by the rich corporate greens They alone stand up, fight for the forests No legal support, taking their chances Unsupported by paid greens with the means Who visit the trees as eco-tourists
Warriors hamstrung by pseudo-morality Pacific violence through silence Bearing witness as giants groan and fall, Limiting effective ability The Earth calls out for violent defiance While very few do anything at all
No inheritance for the green and meek Never ending crash of dying sages The awful carnage never stops nor rests Destroyers are strong, defenders are weak Life extinguished for fair union wages Civilization always knows what’s best.
Monkey wrenchers, tree sitters, and spikers Betrayed by the corporate green machines Assaulted, arrested, tried, fined and jailed Police breaking up logging road strikers Black smoke rising high from burning machines Violence the last refuge when all has failed
In Madagascar the trees are falling In Brazil the rain forest is dying Tasmanian trees shredded to wood chips The spotted owl from the trees is calling Over clear cuts, dark vultures are flying Into the flesh of the trees the saw rips.
The silent rustling screams reach deaf ears Killers never hear, smell or see evil Conscience is cheap sawdust in the strong gale Not feeling the giant’s intimate fears Our lust for gold remains medieval Destruction remains humanity’s tale
Ravaged redwoods lie rotten on the slopes Once proud Douglas Fir dragged through the red dirt The cedar bleeds through vicious wounds so deep Great giants bound to trucks with chains and ropes Whose drivers cannot see or feel the hurt Amidst the slaughter few humans still weep.
Two thousand years standing in noble state Survivor of lightening, fire and flood, Witness to nature’s living history Never imagining such tragic fate Shamefully expiring in the mud Obliterating another mystery
When the last wild forest tree is no more Replaced by tree farms in ordered even rows Ready for harvest, money in the bank Trees of all kinds for sale in the tree store A license needed before a tree grows Valued only for paper, board and plank.
The taming of the wild achieved at last No more diversity, no more danger Ordered, catalogued, monitored and clean, Old growth a romantic myth from the past No more need for warden or for ranger Logs all the same, tall, one species and lean
It is a future that we must reject The dominant paradigm rejected Declaring war on the killers of trees Discovering strategies to elect Rejecting the criminals elected To hear the voices of leaves in the breeze
Raising our fists in righteous defiance Taking back the forests from human greed Restoring balance and diversity Rejecting all corporate reliance Freeing genetics, releasing the seed Grasping the strong sword of adversity
Monkey wrenching the forest destroyers Breaking the links of the roaring chainsaws Smashing the machines, logging trucks and mills Contemptuous of corporate lawyers Their purchased corporate designer laws Justifying all of their evil kills
If trees do dream, they dream of salvation Seeking an alliance with those who care With those who hear the voices in the leaves Dreaming of freedom and liberation And the return of the owl, elk, and bear And to the web of life they once did weave
Evil was birthed with the rape of a tree Upon a dead tree hope and truth was nailed Beneath a tree the Iroquois made peace Our future depends on trees being free We die with the trees if our fight has failed We must stand with the trees and with the beast
Embracing the trees is embracing life, Bare feet and toes in the rich forest mud, Feeling the Earth, listening to the leaves Green knights of the dark wood engaging strife Giving all, our courage, tears, strength and blood As we hear the leaves speaking in the breeze
By Captain Paul Watson
My Books
Sea Shepherd - My Fight for Whales and Seals. Published by W.W. Norton (1981)
Earthforce - A Strategy Guide for the Eco-Warrior (1993)
Ocean Warrior. Key Porter Books (1993)
Seal Wars. Key Porter (2001)
Captain Nemo: I am not what is called a civilized man, Professor. I have done with society for reasons that seem good to me. Therefore, I do not obey its laws. - Captain Nemo.
This is my personal page. It is not a Sea Shepherd page. There are official Sea Shepherd MySpace and Facebook pages and of course the Sea Shepherd website at www.Seashepherd.org.
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WHY AM I SHUTTING DOWN MY MYSPACE PAGE?
I am upon the threshold of departure for Operation Waltzing Matilda. For the next four months I will be in command of a Sea Shepherd fleet that will tackle the illegal operations of the Japanese whaling fleet. It is a difficult, dangerous mission and I cannot afford the distractions of petty human dramas.
I am placing this MySpace page in a state of limbo. Please do not send any messages. Neither Mia nor I will be here to answer them. For all of you who have been loyal in your support, we thank you and please understand that we are grateful for your support.
For those people who have interfered in our personal lives, all I can say is that they should all be ashamed of themselves. To call themselves “supporters” is hypocritical and absurd. They are not supporters and never have been. They are simply a small minority of people with serious sociopathic issues. Cyber bullies I hear is the word for what they are. They strike like craven assassins from behind the cloak of anonymity using cowardly pseudonyms like Pirate gal or Aqua girl or Dark Dolphin, Brat, Vegan Avenger etc and numerous other ridiculous monikers. Some of them infiltrate with false declarations of support and friendship. Others spend their time in composing blogs of vile verbiage or photo shopping images like abandoned immature children left alone with a package of indelible coloured markers.
I have often asked myself the question; why? What would motivate such bile and horrific histrionics and the only answer that I can arrive at is that these people are simply disgruntled, bitter, failures and losers.
Why else would they spend their time in constant harassment and vicious verbal vandalism?
Personally the hateful ramblings of rabid hominids lost in the wasteland of their own anxieties has no effect upon me. Their words rattle upon the pages like worthless broken crockery providing no constructive use at all, words simply to be ignored and forgotten like the ignorant trolls who utter them.
But not all those who are close to me have the advantage of the armour that I have collected over the years that makes me immune to such cowardly attacks. When these blithering banshees of banality, hatred and contempt turn their ugly rhetoric upon those I love, it is then that I reach my level of tolerance.
Over the last two years I had built up a list of close to 10,000 “friends” on MySpace. I’ve come to the realization that a person does not need 10,000 friends. And in a crowd that large lurks the creeping shadows of hateful and jealous people. And I have come to see that even those I thought were trustworthy were not always what they appeared to be.
I have also realized that as a Captain of a ship, that it is unwise to become overly familiar with the crew. Familiarity breeds contempt and I have found that those who sometimes laud me for my achievements turn sour when they realize that I am not a legend but merely a human being.
For this reason I made the decision to delete all 10,000 names. There is an official Sea Shepherd MySpace page to provide information on what we do. My personal page was just that – my personal page and if I chose to write poetry or post messages of affection to someone I love – that is no one’s business but my own.
When I am in love, I love intensely. I love my daughter Lani, and I love my darling Mia. I love my family, my brothers and sisters. I respect and stand by my crew and my staff and I am grateful to my true supporters. I stand in support with unquestioned loyalty to my few close friends.
And as such I will not abide any disrespect for those I love. I also do not wish to abide any interference by anyone concerning my relationship with Mia. She is the most honest, vibrant and beautiful person that I know and I cherish her immensely and trust her completely and more importantly I love her beyond all measure.
And for those despicable individuals that have taken it upon their meddling selves to disparage and condemn her, I have nothing but absolute contempt. They should be ashamed for their base vulgarity.
And for all of the holier than thou competitive purists who tarnish the reputation of veganism, let me say that their hysterical pontificating as Veggie Jesuit proselytizers will win few converts. I have done more to promote vegetarianism and veganism than most of them, and that is a fact, but I do so motivated by my concerns for environmentalism and conservationism and not animal rights. We are the only major conservation organization in the world to address the issue of diet in relationship to the destruction of diversity. Our ships are run as vegan vessels but I do not demand that people submit to being vegans to crew or support us. I provide an alternative and allow for people to make their own choices. To condemn someone for what they eat is no different than condemning them for driving a car, using a computer or flying in a plane and all our critics are guilty of those activities. Even the eating of vegetables has its price in the mass killing of millions of animals from herbicides, pesticides, land expropriated for crops and water usage. It is the destruction and imminent collapse of the biosphere that is imperative to me – not the concerns of those who cry for the welfare of domestic animals while being blind to the obliteration of tens of thousands of endangered species.
If you have a birth certificate – you’re guilty of contributing to the destruction of bio-diversity. I am guilty and you are guilty so for those of you perched on the moral pedestal of your own design, you are nothing more than self delusional paranoids with pretentions of moral superiority.
We are embarking on a perilous voyage, the likes for which our critics have no comprehension. It is a voyage that will save the lives of hundreds of whales from the illegal activities of the Japanese whaling fleets. It will be our actions that save these whales as we have saved so many thousands before.
Those armchair quarterbacks with their slimy fingers on the computer keys who condemn us need only look into the mirror to see the real enemy – the face of apathy compensated by useless rhetoric disguised as “activism.”
Activism is placing your life and freedom on the line not typing hateful messages. Activism is having compassion for the feelings of others, not vicious condemnations spewed from the lips of losers who wallow in the company of each other’s misery and perversity.
Down there in the Southern Ocean where I soon will be, there is a paradise free of the parasites that pollute the planet with their trivialities and petty hatred. It is a paradise sullied only by the merciless thunder of the harpoon cannons and it is to silencing those cannons that I and my crew will address our energies. No more will I defend our actions before the demands of the soul vampires of cyberspace.
In closing, I have composed the following poem:
ENDING THIS MY SPACE GAME
Into the nooks and crannies of every enterprise doth creep the human stain,
And cyberspace is not immune to the hominid parasitical emotional drain.
Like craven worms they creep into the lives of others with intent to cause stress and pain,
Losers in real time, scurry onto the internet to wage their cowardly campaign,
For those who have the time to sow hate, have long ago missed the train.
And now all they can do is vent and sling anonymous hate and complain.
Their souls are riddled with malignant cancer which makes them simply quite insane,
No use to parley with them, to rationalize, educate, or explain.
They seethe with jealousy, crippled by desires they could never hope to attain,
Arrogant in personality, bereft of dignity and shackled by an inferior brain.
Obsessed and fevered with irrational anger with personalities most mundane,
They daily strike a chorus of contempt, fueled by lies for their misery to sustain,
Blogger whores on the prowl, pathetic little lonely trolls, irrelevant, silly, and inane.
Whining about inanities, divine little legends focused on the mediocrity they maintain.
Thanks to the cyber highway, these losers get to drive their agendas into the fast lane
And there they recklessly boast, bluster, strut, and boorishly whine over and over again.
My Ladye and I sit back amused for if nothing else they certainly do entertain.
Chasing every silly rumour, fabricating lies, so their weird fantasies they can retain.
Horrid hellish harridans harassing honest heroes whose blood they wish to drain,
Their hatred is so intense that they cackle and wish that our efforts be crippled and slain,
Their rhetoric makes it very, very plain that, their intent is to inflict emotional pain,
Like vampires they suck the life energy from every exposed vein,
They make it their business to demand that we answer to them and explain,
Yet they are nothing more than arrogant trolls, ugly, angry and vain,
Who have done so little themselves to alleviate nature’s dying pain.
And thus I’ve decided that from these pages I must withdraw and abstain,
And thus I shall refrain from further verbal dancing with the morally insane.
With respect and love - Mahalo
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Mia whose love and guidance I cherish above all else. Her compassion for animals and her passion for life have endeared me to her and I love her with all my heart and soul.
Remembering Little Sam
Brave Little Sam
Such a brave little Koala was little Sam,
Looking as cute and innocent as a little lamb,
Poor little thing suffered so in the fire.
So brave, so cute, so much to admire.
OPERATION WALTZING MATILDA
Operation Waltzing Matilda will depart with the Steve Irwin and the Ady Gil from Fremantle in Western Australia on December 7th, 2009.
The campaign will last from three to four months. The objective is to sink the Japanese whaling fleet economically, to bankrupt them and to save as many whales as we pssibly can from the illegal whaling activities in the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary.
The Galapagos
The Sea Shepherd Conservation Society has renewed our agreement with the Ecuadorian government to work in cooperation with the Galapagos National Park rangers and the Ecuadorian Federla Environmental Police to continue our work of the last ten years to oppose poaching by shark-finners and illegal fishing activities.
Comments
Nov 13 2009 10:19 AM
May you allways be guided with love and passion
I support the 2 of you all the way.
Stay strong together.
And i hope your love keeps growing.
It's so nice to be in love.Keep bringing out the best
of each other.
And Paul,have a safe and a very succesful campaign in Antarctica
May all forces keep you, your crew and ships safe.
The whales welcome you back there.
Nov 12 2009 11:28 PM
Nov 12 2009 2:48 PM
"Without Knowledge, Skill cannot
be focused. Without Skill, Strength cannot be brought to bear and without
Strength, Knowledge may not be applied."
Nov 12 2009 2:47 PM
Nov 11 2009 3:21 AM
Port Douglas
ti amo darling
M
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Nov 10 2009 9:01 PM
Nov 9 2009 11:25 PM
Thanks for your add..
Steve
Nov 9 2009 6:29 PM
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Nov 6 2009 2:08 PM
You have my full support in everything you do !
Nov 6 2009 9:08 AM
Nov 5 2009 2:57 PM
Its raining again, not wintery like London , hot torrential tropical rain
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Nov 5 2009 2:57 PM
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Nov 5 2009 2:57 PM
All the Best,
For the Oceans !
Nov 5 2009 12:38 AM
Nov 4 2009 1:01 PM
Thank you very much!
Vera
Nov 4 2009 5:53 AM
Kiss The Rain
Hello...
Can you hear me
Am i getting through to you
Hello...
Is it late there
Is there laughter on the line
Are you sure you're there alone
Cuz i'm
Trying to explain
Something's wrong
You just don't sound the same
Why don't you
Why don't you
Go outside
Go outside
Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever i'm gone too long
If your lips feel lonely and thirsty
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We're under the same sky
And the night's
As empty for me as for you
If you feel
You can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Hello...
Do you miss me
I hear you say you do
But not the way i'm missing you
What's new
How's the weather
Is it stormy where you are
You sound so close but it feels like you're so far
Oh would it mean anything
If you knew
What i'm left imagining
In my mind
My mind
Would you go
Would you go
Kiss the rain
As you fall
Over me
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me
Only me
Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever i'm gone too long
If your lips
Feel hungry and tempted
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We're under the same sky
And the night's
As empty for me as for you
If you feel you can't wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Nov 4 2009 5:53 AM
Nov 4 2009 5:53 AM
Nov 4 2009 5:53 AM
Be Safe, Be Strong, Be diligent.