You, BranShea, are an admirable loser; a rare bird in today's world where many childish adults throw temper tantrums when someone proves their silly dogmas flawed. I have two things for you...
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Note the doomsday slant by agenda driven Reuters to this additional evidence of natural global warming (2) The last weekend of May I will place a jar of peanut butter on top of a remote green hill in Tennessee along with this note...
[ This jar of peanut butter belongs to BranShea who lives somewhere in Den Haag, Nederland. Please forward it post haste. ] ...along with this poem by Wallace Stevens...
Anecdote of the Jar
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee. Write me when you recieve the jar. 
OP
