Can't have natural gas fuming up the pristine shores of Emeryville, nor nuclear fallout looming off the Santa Barbara coast, nor carbon precipitates fouling the clear green air above the tar pits of La Brea, nor bashing the brains out of the legions of condors that once sailed graceously through the wind swept valleys. And for inspiration, one should examine the natural beauty depicted in the Green Peace mural near the old Quarter Master Corps Pier in San Francisco, and see the future: it looks just like Pnom Penh under Pol Pot

Gordon