May 25 2008...11.58 in the p.m. in my module cunningly disguised as a big rig in Woodsboro TX

The times they are a-changing

Was written in a song

The times they are a-changing

But it's all going wrong!

In quest for cheaper fuel reserves

'Let's go to Ethanol!'

The farmers flocked to grow it

And now doth toll the bell!

Corn was grown for Ethanol

Cut down on food you see

Transporting all this food went up

As nothing comes for free!

It's caused a lot of shortages

The price of fuel went up

And still the rich rub hands with glee

As money fills their cups!

They talked of Armageddon

Thinking bombs and blasts and things

Instead they starve themselves to death

Those bells they sure do ring!

The price of food, the price of fuel

The price of men at war

In human lives and money terms

Are changing them for sure!

The times they are a-changing

The answer is my friends

Bob Dylan sang it long ago

It's blowing in the wind!

The world it is a-changing

Not for the good I fear

This upright biped species

Have lost their way it's clear!

And with all their technology

It's left them on the shelf

For all their satellite weapons

Are pointed at themselves!!!!

Dooby Dooby Doo...When will they ever learn?

Sorry to report it don't seem for a long time yet, but I'll keep observing....

Noo-Naa, Noo-Nah, Rainbow out your wonderfullnesses!