Repeal the monument
Hopefully President Trump will repeal the Cascade-Siskyou National Monument expansion, and maybe the original monument.
Think about this: Working people of Southern Oregon pay federal taxes, the federal government gives our money to the Bureau of Land Management to manage the monument, and then BLM uses our money to lock us out of what we already paid for.
As it stands now, the monument is 6 percent of Jackson County, and 75 percent of the old monument is now inaccessible due to BLM gates ($9,000), earth berms ($3,000) and decommissioned roads ($25,000 per mile, 180 miles proposed). Why do we pay to be locked out? I'll tell you why: Working people of Southern Oregon have jobs. We can't sit at a computer all day sending emails like the retired Californian transplants to Ashland can. Left-wing environmental extremists and those who live in the monument want this. Property values inside the monument will approximately triple and the BLM will again use our money to buy that property at an inflated price. This is common practice for the BLM. Wake up, people, Southern Oregon is not for sale!
What can we do?
Why are there homeless people? Did they choose their lifestyle or did we, as a society of hopefully one family, reject them?
I personally felt like an outcast when I could no longer work. Some people seemed to feel superior, so they wanted me to feel inferior. Who has the right to judge but Jesus?
I recently lost a friend named Alex Sanford McPherson on June 6. I'd known him for about 10 years. He was my brother with one of the best hearts I've ever known. He came tom me with trust in his last days. I feel honored.
What can we do to give more and take less? That we may each ask ourselves this is my prayer.
A moment of courage
I’d like to thank the Jackson County officers who responded to the bull elk hit on Reese Creek Road the night of June 7. When I stopped to help, it was obvious to see nothing could be done to save the bull. The elk was sitting upright in the road, stunned, with legs busted terribly.
Compassion dominated the officers’ countenance when he turned to do — something he had to do, not something he gets to do. And it had to be done, before somebody else came around the corner.
A moment later, with emergency lights flashing across his fur and the rain starting to fall, we watched in amazement as this bull, with a hole through his heart and badly broken legs, did the inconceivable — what even seemed impossible in his condition.
He struggled to his feet, and finally got himself across that road, before collapsing.
Thanks to the officers, who do what they have to, every day. Also to the bull, who demonstrated, in his last breaths, an indomitable spirit that should remind us: If he can stand with a broken heart and badly busted legs, we can certainly get ourselves up with two good ones.