18 December 2009
I just had the unfortunate experience of watching the intro video for the Copenhagen Global Warming Circle Jerk. Because of an unusually solid constitution I was able to hold down this morning’s beans and rice, but just barely.
The scary-stuff-happening-to-the-cute-little-girl-and-her-teddy-bear alarmism would be a tragic joke if the makers of the film and the sponsors of the hot air circus weren’t so deeply allied with policy makers all over the civilized world. It’s as if an army of sandal- shod REPENT NOW THE END IS NEAR fruitcakes have taken over the machinery of world government.
The tragedy for the . . . → Read More: The Global Warming Swindle
9 December 2009
A parody based on the old Tommy James and the Shondell’s tune “Draggin’ the Line”, created by Minnesotans for Global Warming.
3 December 2009
As historians look back at the explosion of information technology we’ve experienced starting into this new century, they will likely agree that it is at least as important as the invention of the printing press and gunpowder were five hundred years ago. Those were transforming technologies that shifted power from the ruling classes of their time.
The printing press ultimately freed the common man from the monopoly the clergy and educated classes had on literacy. Gunpowder made any peasant with a blunderbuss the fighting equivalent of a mounted, armored knight, the previously . . . → Read More: Hackers Expose Global Warming Fraud
5 October 2005
My column last week about recycling drew more comment than most. Because I light no candle to the Patron Saint of Carefully Sorted Trash some of my readers found me guilty of heresy. They scolded me for what they took to be my distain for the wise and careful husbanding of precious resources.
I attribute the misunderstanding to a weakness I have for indulging my inner smart ass. In fact, I am a great friend of the earth. I am a firm believer in recycling all trash that it makes sense to recycle. The point I wanted to make . . . → Read More: Recycling, a Tragic Waste
28 September 2005
My sons have been home schooled all their short lives. This year they both started high school in what is as close to a real school as they have ever seen, a cooperative home school. It’s a first for our boys and a reminder for me of how woefully out of touch I am with the fate of America’s trash.
I teach a class at the school. The class is somewhat open ended. It was suggested to me that perhaps a recycling project would be instructive to my charges.
Fearing I would find myself correcting garbage journals, leading a . . . → Read More: Rubbish Guilt