The only reason I don't fuck women my own age is cuz they look just like my grandmother.

Top of the morning gents,

I've been scolded for being too nosy and asking too
many questions. Grandma Magdeline used to frequently
bitch at me, "Adii, shut up you!” “You ask too much."

Like I give a shit: as long as the beer is cold and
free, my attitude was eat shit and die, and answer my
fucking questions you mean old Inu-runt bitch.

This went on for years. That nasty old lady absolutely
hated my shit, yet happily let me pay her phone bills,
airline tickets to our Willow safe house and booze
orders hidden at house 420 behind Mt. Gallahorn gravel
pile.

Only you elder Kotz maggots can attest to the volume
of surplus crap I sent that old lady. Every house we
tore up: 369, 711, 676 and our Mat-Su properties, had
treasure troves of sewing machines, household items,
subsistence tools like stolen guns I would never sell
to any of ye. AND all the hides me and Kramer stripped
offa our dead dog bait trap line surrounding the
Kotzebue K-Mart. The same dump and Eskimo scavenge
site that me and the Burnors torched every year, for
decades.

Amidst the scattered ashes of thousands of dogs and
blown propane canisters, you oughta find micro bit
mortals remains of higher life forms, yet still
subhuman. Gone missing is just what you're told.

Shot, burned and buried in the dump is the less
romantic truth how lots of shitty dicks and stinky
nuggers done disappeared.

Don't worry, nobody liked them anyway, just banishment
costs half a grand on Mark Air. A shot in the dark and
a decent bonfire describes best how I mixed my whiskey
and drugs with Kikiktagruk spit, and disgusting
gunplay.

Fuck y'all, you were there too.

Despite massive memory loss due to alcoholic amnesia,
I can't delete peak experiences of absolute joy mixed
with gun smoke, sperm and burnt meat. Fuck I'm feeling
that good all over lynch party klan feeling again. I'm
gonna reach down between my brains, ease my seat back.
Yup, look at me: hard nipples and drippy dick. Guys
like us have to grow old and die. Real soon.

Our generation of violent Alaskans ain't needed round
these parts no more. The magic of the frontier lies
yonder, our squats and claims are all dried up, and so
are our squaws.

Ain't none of yer cross-eyed and colored spouses could
hatch any more little scralings, menopause will be
your wretched curse unless you spike yer wives bong
hits and Jameson's double shots with LOTS of estrogen.
Just don't drink from the same bottle, seeing tits
under a uniform and gun belt on any of ye will turn my
eyes, skin and hair gray.

From 35-50 years of age, a healthy woman's blood
increasingly and rapidly fails to carry 2 important
items: oxygen and calcium. Thus the bone loss and
fractures, piss poor thermo-regulation with hot
flashes that can fry an egg and torch a phone book if
you press it against her fucking face hard enough with
a hammer.

Like my advice to monitor your blood pressure,
cholesterol and blood sugar levels, you'll also ignore
my advice to put yer darky bitches on Prem-Pro hormone
replacement therapy (HRT). Only a real cunt prefers to
suffer us all to hell, if she refuses meds, shoot the
old bitch and get a new one. Your kids will thank you
and so will we.

Try this late at night. Just sit still for a few
moments and watch yer wife real close: you can see her
grow old right in front of ye. Put on yer bifocals you
dumb ass.

Oxygen deprivation leads to senility and dingy wives
and calcium loss makes a vicious bitch frail and
fragile, yet screaming and begging to be killed with a
bat. Accelerated aging processes ain't in the marriage
contract, but death do us part (in pieces) means
shotgun dudes.

So "Kill your partners Max" (VideoDrome). Fuck it,
I'll do it. Upon request, I'll defrost the biach, then
season it with pellet pepper. Besides, ain't no living
with a killer, nor his/her host body and competing
demons. FemiNazi Mystique my ass, a woman’s God is
also female, hence their divinity and wretchedness.

Alaska's wealth arises from plow, not sickle. To
extract resources from this fucking colonial outpost
we gotta displace a shit load of natives and git busy
with heavy equipment mobilization. Which is why all
you killers were so important, yet now obsolete and
marked for surplus (pine boxes full of rotting
gunslingers). You guys were needed most long ago, back
when we needed shooters to lighten ambient skin color
via rape with all the abby dudes shot full of holes
and pitched into 3 mass graves directly underneath
Kotzebue.

Despite all yer boners and cartridges, killing
aboriginals ain't cool or hip no longer. Neither is
lynching folks back into lower class systems. In this
century, minorities ain't sick and feeble no more,
they're on the path towards health, wealth and wisdom
with blond folks on the way out.

We don't need to kill 'em any longer; they have
Mozarts of their own to offer the world. They're
capable of being far more than mere welfare trash and
reservation rejects and I got money on a bet that an
Eskimo will pilot a space shuttle or sit next to
Einstein in lecture and library. I only expect you
boys to be good at one thing: staying alive and
healthy and continue your hobby killing long into
retirement, just like your author on drugs.

One Native of honorable mention is our dude Manillaq.
From centuries back he was tripping fucking balls on
visions of iron roads to the biggest city in Alaska:
Ambler.

The reason he's mentioned in the smoking section of
this cat box hideout I staked out in the far recesses
of your brain is cuz he's simply fucking radical and
would get banished or lynched again if he returned.
Just like Jews, Eskimos kill their own carpenters
better than fucking indvading mobs of Vikings on
crack.

Similarly, Jan Shackles, AND our dude Manillaq both
iconoclasts far out of the reach of most minorities.
Shit, out of the reach of most real humans too.

I'll continually introduce and remind you lads of good
folks battling skin hue disapproval. Just like all of
you.

With language and irrelevant word usage counter to
complexity and sentence structure and my affirmations
of affection shielded in gun oil, I play a damned
confounding game of context interfacing and
deliciously inappropriate language. Fuck ye.

We simply gotta stop killing good Induns, yet bulldoze
Shishmaref into the drink.

Despite chronic impairment and toxicity, have gun will
travel. Ain’t that a comforting image of us out of
date Alaskans?


PS. You could learn a lot from a dump. And 3 mass graves too. My name is nobody, yers is Jack Bourigard. Gentlemen, start killing.

Karl.


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Article Published: Sunday, March 19, 2006

Rails, diamonds focus of talks

Mining trade show covered lots of ground

By STEFAN MILKOWSKI, Staff Writer

The Arctic International Mining Symposium, which
included a trade show, talks and even a tour of the
Pogo gold mine, wrapped up Friday. Here's a sampling
of the subjects discussed.

Arctic iron horse

Steven Borell, P.E., executive director of the Alaska
Miners Association, has been thinking about a 400-mile
railroad through the arctic since before Bill Clinton
became president.

The idea is to bring some of the massive coal and
metal deposits of Northwest Alaska to the port in
Nome. By some estimates, the area could contain about
a quarter of all the coal in the U.S., Borell said,
with underground seams 100 feet thick or better.


"It's a concept," he told the hardy few who came early
Thursday morning for hard-boiled eggs, pancakes,
sausage and a PowerPoint presentation. "There's a lot
of problems with it."

Here's how it could work. A couple of coal mines, each
producing 10 million tons per year for 30 years, ship
their coal by rail to the port at Nome. A coal-fired
power plant at one of the mines provides power to Teck
Cominco Ltd.'s Red Dog Mine north of Kotzebue, which
in turn can process its zinc on site rather than
shipping out zinc concentrate because electricity from
a coal-fired plant would be a lot cheaper than
electricity from a liquid fuel-fired plant.

A rail spur could link up with the Ambler region
southeast of Red Dog, which could contain about 3
billion pounds of copper, according to one of the
companies exploring there.

Borell first explored the railroad in depth for a
class at the University of Alaska Anchorage in 1992,
when he received an assignment to come up with a
systems approach to a project. Now he calls it "kind
of an avocation."

The mineral resources of the area are so great even
extreme measures of retrieving them become somewhat
logical economically. One company considered using
Boeing 747s to get copper out of the Ambler region,
Borell said.

So what's so crazy about a 400-mile railroad from the
Brooks Range to Nome?

Borell is the first to admit there's a few hurdles.

One is getting across or around protected federal
lands. Permission to put a railroad through federal
conservation land is hard-won at best.

There is a way to skirt the federal conservation land,
involving a multi-mile crossing of Kotzebue Sound.

"He cheated," said Clarke Milne, P.E., who works for
the state's Department of Transportation and Public
Facilities and came to the talk. "He went across the
water."

Borell swears the water's shallow enough to walk
through. OK, maybe there's a few spots where it's 30
feet deep, but that's just a challenge for the
engineers.

The Jones Act, which bars foreign-made ships from
transporting goods between U.S. states, could also be
a sticking point. Because American-made and licensed
ships are rare and expensive, any minerals shipped out
of Nome would probably have to go to foreign markets.

But the biggest hurdle might be winning over the
Alaska Native residents of the area.

"The acceptance of the Native people is essential,"
Borell said. So far, the Arctic Slope Regional Corp.
is not exactly on board, but he does have plans to
meet with the corporation's new president.

If anything, he said, they're only interested in
building one mine, which wouldn't make the project
worth it.

"I don't know if five mines will do it," he said.

There's a lot Borell doesn't know, like what it would
cost.

"Oh, who knows?" he said.

Estimates of other rail projects put the cost of a new
railroad at between $2 million and $4 million per
mile, so a conservative estimate could be $1.6
billion.

What might be road-blocks become speed bumps under
Borell's enthusiasm.

Ocean crossing? No problem.

Mountains?

"I won't strictly call them mountains," he said of the
terrain tracks would cross, "but you have some
significant topography."

The Canadians have done amazing things getting trains
past mountains, he said.

Diamonds in Alaska?

Are there really diamonds in Alaska?

Well, yes. There are at least three.

In the summers of 1982, 1984 and 1986, three diamonds
were found around Crooked Creek in the Circle mining
district. One was a dodecahedron, pale yellow, 1.4
carats.

Experts found markers that make them believe the
diamonds aren't complete flukes, either, said David
Szumigala, a geologist with the Division of Geological
and Geophysical Surveys, an arm of the state's
Department of Natural Resources.

Szumigala said at the start of his talk Thursday
morning that he was hardly an expert on diamonds.

He wasn't alone. No one in the room raised a hand when
he asked if anybody had explored for diamonds before.
Alaska is hardly a big producer of the precious gems.

The impetus for the talk was more simple curiosity, he
said. "Let's just take a look at something here."

Turns out, a few dozen others were curious, too.

The three diamonds found in the 1980s were the first
documented occurrences in the state of full-size
diamonds, he said, but micro-diamonds have been found,
and the list of rumored or poorly verified discoveries
is long.

Reports have trickled in from Jack Wade, California,
Jarvis and Canyon Creeks, Goodnews Bay and the Koyukuk
River.

The most promising site, at least the most explored,
is around Shulin Lake near Talkeetna. "Micro- and
macro-diamonds occur in interbedded volcaniclastic and
tuffaceous rocks containing olivine and pyroxene,"
reads the DGGS's 2004 report on the mineral industry.

Golconda Resources Ltd. found three micro-diamonds in
a drilled-core sample. They also found garnets of the
type that occur in or around diamonds.

A good amount of money has been spent checking out the
Shulin Lake property, Szumigala said.

In order for diamonds to form, rock needs to be
deep—about 100 miles deep—and about a billion years
old.

In order to get the diamonds up from the depths of the
earth, there needs to be some geological formation to
escort them towards the surface, such as a kimberlite
pipe.

Alaska doesn't really have any of those, Szumigala
said.

The eclogitic model, involving a descending ocean
crust, could also result in sources of diamonds in
hard rock near the surface, which would better explain
what has been found already, he said.

Szumigala showed a map of the spots where diamonds
have been reported, stopping short of declaring a
diamond belt like the wide belt of gold deposits
running across the state.

But "stepping outside the box" and taking a look might
not be a bad idea, Szumigala said.

After all, he said, people doubted there would ever be
a big gold deposit in the Fairbanks mining district,
until Fort Knox became the biggest gold mine in the
state.

Fort Knox heap leach

Fairbanks Gold Mining Inc., which operates the Fort
Knox gold mine northeast of Fairbanks, is considering
using a completely different technique for getting the
tiny bits of gold out of its crushed rock.

The method being considered, called heap leaching,
involves saturating a pile of crushed rock with a
chemical solution containing cyanide and letting the
chemicals dissolve the bits of gold into a solution
that will leach out of the pile and be caught in
receptacles, then processed to remove the gold.

Fort Knox currently uses a method called vat leaching,
in which gold is retrieved from ore through chemical
solutions contained in a series of tanks.

John Hollow of Fairbanks Gold Mining said mine
operators have been talking about heap leaching since
1992, before the mine was even developed.

"It seems to make more sense right now," he said
during a presentation Wednesday that also boasted of
the mine's safety and environmental record and
exemplary reclamation projects.

Nothing small happens at Fort Knox—the mine removed
more than 300,000 ounces of gold from millions of tons
of rock last year—and the heap leaching project would
be no different.

It would disturb a total of 310 acres, Hollow said.

The company did a pre-feasibility study in 2005 and
will work on planning and permitting in 2006. By 2007,
they hope to begin operation, he said.

Last year, Fairbanks Gold Mining began reclaiming
sections of the True North mine. The company mined
True North, which is about a dozen miles northwest of
Fort Knox, between 2001 and 2004. Community Affairs
Director Lorna Shaw, who teamed up with Hollow for the
talk, said the company won't mine there in 2006 and
hasn't decided yet about 2007.

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March 21, 2006


Alaska native village suffering meltdown
As earth's temperature rises, villagers' island loses
buffer zone of ice and snow

Smithsonian Magazine

Shishmaref, a native village on an island off
northwestern Alaska, is falling into the ocean.

SLIPPING AWAY: Sunshine at 3 a.m. on a mid-July day
shows the fallen retaining walls and eroded coast in
Shishmaref, Alaska. The villagers voted in 2002 to
move to the mainland. - Associated Press 2002 file
photo

Giant storm surges have so battered the place -- once
well protected by sea ice -- that villagers voted in
2002 to leave their ancestral home for the mainland.
They are being called some of the first refugees from
global warming.

"We tend to describe climate change in terms that are
abstract -- a 1-degree rise in temperature, an
increase in greenhouse gases -- but when waves wash
away a village, that's concrete and very emotional,"
Igor Krupnik, an anthropologist at the National Museum
of Natural History and curator of a new exhibition
about global warming's effects on Arctic peoples,
tells Smithsonian magazine.

"When they lose a piece of their land, they aren't
just losing a certain number of square miles. They are
losing part of their history and their memory. They
are losing childhood events and grandparents' tales."

Shishmaref sits on an island only a quarter of a mile
across and two-and-a-half miles long, north of the
Bering Strait off Alaska's Seward Peninsula.
Before temperatures began to rise there about 30 years
ago, 20 to 30 miles of hard sea ice buffered
Shishmaref from powerful fall storms. But natives and
scientists alike say the ice doesn't freeze as solidly
or as soon as it used to and now stretches only six or
seven miles, leaving the community of 600 people more
exposed. Storms have swept away houses and a
playground.

The villagers' plan is to relocate to Tin Creek, a
site on the Alaska mainland 12 miles away, and they
have appealed to state and local authorities to pick
up the estimated $180 million cost. Residents hope
that in their new community they'll be able to
maintain their close ties and continue hunting seals
and walruses, and keep fishing, much as their
ancestors have done for centuries.

"People are asking why (the government) should be
spending so much money on so few people," said
Shishmaref native Tony Weyiouanna. "But people here in
Alaska are like everyone else. We want to keep our
culture alive."

Residents have received $4.25 million for a road to
Tin Creek, but Weyiouanna says he is not optimistic
that the community will get all the funding it needs
to rebuild.

NASA says the year 2005 was the hottest in a century,
and though some experts disagree over how much carbon
dioxide emissions contribute to global warming, they
agree that the Arctic is feeling the burn more than
anyplace else.

And the Arctic's problems are worsening. As rising
temperatures melt ice and snow, newly exposed land and
seawater absorb even more sunlight, increasing
temperatures further, and so on.

NASA climatologist James Hansen, who has publicly
accused Bush administration officials of trying to
suppress evidence of global warming, says most of last
year's record heat reflects increases in the Arctic,
which was 3 degrees warmer than usual.

Anthropologist William Fitzhugh, director of the
Smithsonian's Arctic Studies Center, says Shishmaref's
plight is bad news, if only because Arctic ice and
snow help air-condition the planet. "They are canaries
in the coal mine," he says of the town's soon to be
displaced residents.

For his part, Weyiouanna says, "The annihilation of
our way of life due to global warming is something we
would like to avoid. Nobody wants to be the canary."