Hmmmm.... lessee..... Listening to self important gas-bags prattle on about how vital they are to whatever cause will keep them feeding at the public trough on one hand, a nice vacation riding around one of nature's crown jewels on the other.
Hmmmm....... I dunno........
"Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin, itís the triumphant twang of a bedspring."
S. J. Perelman