Comment on FR Doc # 08-00105

The Checkerspot Butterfly, dearest insect to my heart, is a fascinating aerial creature. Its sputtering flight and glimmering colors remind me of my father's childish and excited nature speak. The butterfly as we all know staves off the bestial cravings of dangerous aeropredators like the raven, the hawk, the tremendous bald eagle, the brave californian condor, and all other sorts similarly feathered hunters. I got lucky one day to catch one in my butterfly net, with eyes brimming with tears, I set it loose upon a glade of flowers. By that point in the day the moon was running down the day and I headed back to my Toyota Prius. I drink Brandy, Scotch, Red Wine cocktails on visits to Butterfly Glade, so I was hazy from the alcohol as I sped home. Then, as Prince's new song "Mother Earth" grooved on my stereo, I decided to comment on the disappearance of the checkerspot butterfly, secret insect paramour of mine. So Either, buy me a HUGE FUCKING BLU RAY TV WITH SPEAKERS TO FILL MY HOME WITH THE SOUND OF BUTTERFLIGHTS OR SAVE MY GODDAMN WINGED FRIEND. FUCK YOU CONGRESS.