Until then, or if, here it is at Funny or Die:
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If you click on the picture it'll take you to a hi-def version that'll take your breath away. Incase you've never heard of them, pictured in the lower right quadrant is a sailing stone at the Racetrack Playa in Death Valley:"The sailing stones (sliding rocks, moving rocks) are a geological phenomenon where rocks move in long tracks along a smooth valley floor without human or animal intervention. They have been recorded and studied in a number of places around Racetrack Playa, Death Valley, where the number and length of travel grooves are notable. The force behind their movement is not understood and is subject to research."
-Wikipedia, sailing stones

"One day, when a gull flew into her pool, she grabbed it, waited for the trainers and then gave it to them. It was a large bird and so the trainers gave her lots of fish. This seemed to give Kelly a new idea. The next time she was fed, instead of eating the last fish, she took it to the bottom of the pool and hid it under the rock where she had been hiding the paper. When no trainers were present, she brought the fish to the surface and used it to lure the gulls, which she would catch to get even more fish. After mastering this lucrative strategy, she taught her calf, who taught other calves, and so gull-baiting has become a hot game among the dolphins."-Why dolphins are deep thinkers (The Guardian)
The following statement was made by the most highly decorated man to serve in the Marine Corps at the time of his death. He was a two-time Medal Of Honor winner (one of which he tried to return because he felt it wasn't deserved - they told him tough shit, you not only have to keep it you have to wear it), a Major General and a badass with three nicknames. After grinding it out for Uncle Sam, he reached the following conclusion:"I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents."He wrote the book, WAR IS A RACKET, and though I haven't read the whole thing yet the first few chapters are riveting.
-Maj. Gen. Smedley "Old Gimlet Eye" Butler