Save Our Wild Salmon
Save Our Wild Salmon is a nationwide coalition working collectively to restore wild Columbia & Snake River salmon and steelhead. Learn More
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SAVE OUR WILD SALMON COALITION
Your donation goes to support the core mission of:
SAVE OUR WILD SALMON COALITION, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit
organizations, commercial and sport fishing associations, businesses, river groups and taxpayer advocates working to restore sustainable, harvestable runs of salmon to the Columbia Basin. Our current priority is an exciting national campaign to restore endangered salmon and steelhead by partially removing four dams on the lower Snake River in Washington State.
Recent Cause Activity
Updated: The cause has reached 3,000 members.
Hey everyone! Check out the Stop Pebble Mine cause. Stop the destruction of Alaska's Bristol Bay, one of the largest remaining wild salmon fisheries in the world. Pebble if allowed to proceed unchecked will become the worlds largest open pit mine. Not only destorying the salmon population but land as well!!
Patty Murray: Against Us (see discussion above)
"I want to do everything I can to help protect our dams"
9/23/2009, 5pm, automated conference call
Updated: The cause has raised $1,000.
Updated: The cause has raised $500.
The Little Copenhagen Mermaid.
When I was young and Santa old
And children did as they were told
I’d gaze at fish a-cycling along the Milky Way
Behind them pigs would loop the loop
As scented breezes cooled my soup
And elephants, both white and pink, a-whistling would play;
In rhubarb trees they’d build their nests,
As politicians combed their crests
While working for ‘The Populus’ throughout the live-long day.
Now Candy mountains, butter too,
Have dropped us in the Irish stew
And wine lakes, shining shore to shore, tempt us to sail away
From truth, responsibility,
And wise but dull maturity,
Straight to the sirens call are we drawn closer every day.
In pea-green boats upon a lake
of lucozade our thirst we slake
while breathing clouds of candy-floss the golden geese will lay
then we will gorge on golden eggs
as we bestride the world on legs
made out of malted-whisky kegs we flew down from Strathspey.
And foaming ‘champers’ at the mouth
We’ll strip the world from north to south
And calling Truth a blabbermouth, we’ll sing, “Calloo, Callay.”
And then the dreaded Jabberwock,
we’ll meet before we’ve taken stock
that nothing is there left to hock to pay the pipes to play
and nonsense will the last word be
at parties where the mushroom tea
is brewed by madder hats than we. Let’s desperately pray!
B.T.Phillips. 11.01.2010