This sort of goes along with Lucky Jims story.<br />><br />> > A very rich lady from California, who was a tree hugger and a<br />vociferous<br />> > anti-hunter, purchased a piece of timberland.<br />> ><br />> > There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She<br />> > wanted to get a good view of the natural splendor of her land so she<br />> started<br />> > to climb the big tree.<br />> ><br />> > As she neared the top, she encountered a spotted owl that attacked<br />her.<br />> In<br />> > her haste to escape, the lady slid down the tree to the ground and got<br />> many<br />> > splinters in her crotch. In considerable pain, she hurried to the<br />nearest<br />> > country doctor.<br />> ><br />> > She told him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter she was and how<br />> she<br />> > came to get all the splinters. The doctor listened to her story with<br />great<br />> > patience and then told her to go into the examining room and he would<br />see<br />> if<br />> > he could help her.<br />> ><br />> > She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor reappeared.<br />> ><br />> > The angry lady demanded, "What took you so long?"<br />> ><br />> > He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the<br />> > Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service, and the Bureau of<br />> Land<br />> > Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a recreational<br />> area<br />> > and I'm sorry, but they all turned me down."
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