It's Better in Wyoming.

somewhat unexpectedly I ended up at the football game today.  it was a good day for cowboy football--cowboys over new mexico 31-10--but also just a good day for november football in laramie.  the kind of cold day that makes you appreciate the sun, makes you glad to be standing in the student section because your ass would be freezing if you were sitting down anyway, makes you happy to be headed to the library late in the third quarter to eat wings and drink beer and get warm again.

... I wonder why it's acceptable to keep this guy in a counseling  job but not in his job as a football coach.  Seems like his, uh, error reflects as much on his fitness to counsel as it does on his ability to coach.

This article scares me. Here's just a short piece of the findings: " wells [near Pavillion, WY] contained benzene at 50 times the level that is considered safe for people." I worked in the oilfields for 2 summers, after high school, helping perform these fracking operations.  I didn't know any better.  Others I worked with might've known better, but what was their alternative?  I'm not talking about those at the decision-making level--those who are responsible for knowing better--but about those at the level of implementing somebody else's decisions.  What power do they have to say, "This is a bad idea, and I'm not going to participate"?