Showing posts with label global warming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label global warming. Show all posts
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Where Is Global Warming Now?
by Ben Small
Now there's a good mystery question.
We've been told the ice caps are melting, that glaciers are receding, that the earth's temperature is rising. Yet, the U.S. had one of its coldest years in history last year, and winter this year has been the worst we've seen in twenty-five years, or at least that's what we're being told down in the Tropics of Florida, where oranges are freezing on their trees.
Is anybody too hot out there?
I looked on the internet to see where Al Gore has been flying his private jet, because it seems wherever no-longer-poor Al goes, record blizzards or low temperatures follow him. Only thing I could determine is, he must really get around. Seems everybody is having record lows these days. And while a Global Warming conference was being held in Copenhagen, a blizzard dropped on the delegates, who of course flew in on private jets, too. Is there anyone who believes in a Higher Being who doesn't think that Higher Being was having fun with these high-falutin potentates?
Scientists are a funny group. They tell us the ice caps will melt and the seas will rise, wiping out Florida, turning NYC into a swamp, and converting most of the eastern seaboard into bone-fishing heaven. But did this happen in the Middle Ages? Scientists also tell us that tree core borings show that period on average to have been about twenty degrees warmer on a world-wide basis than now. Guess there musta been too many gas guzzlers on the road in the Middle Ages, huh?
And the scientists can't seem to agree on much of anything. I've heard various alleged supporting reasons for the alleged Global Warming: sun spots, carbon emissions, solar flares, polarity changes, rising magma -- heck, even cow farts. Yet these same scientists -- or maybe their parents -- were telling me we were entering a new Ice Age as recently as during Jimmy Carter's reign. We were urged to conserve fuel; we might need it to keep from freezing.
And I love it when politicians realize that their words ring false; they just change the words. So "Global Warming" is no longer politically correct; now we're told we should use the term "Climate Change." That's what I call "wiggle-room." They can be wrong and still say they were right. And climate does change. It got colder from the Middle Ages; the tree borings prove it. It got warmer when the Ice Age ended; the glaciers melted. So, in other words, all this stuff has happened before.
Yes, I'd like to see a cleaner environment; I'd like to see crystal clear waters, clean air, the end of droughts and floods. And I'd like to see thinner people, those who emit less methane than fatties. And don't we all know fatties cause earthquakes? I've got scientific proof of that. The guy who lives above my Florida condo -- where I'm freezing now -- weighs more than his wife. When he walks, the building shakes. She, in turn, seems to dance on air. And just look at all the fatties in Los Angeles. No wonder Los Angelinos fear The Big One.
I've got a theory: The true cause of Global Warming is politicians. All that hot air's got to raise temperatures somewhere. Did you happen to notice that this cold front started when Congress recessed? I'll bet I can find a scientist who'll say there's a correlation.
But I do get a kick out of those who try to analyze hundred year data. How many third world countries, or even first and second world countries, kept temperature data a hundred years ago? Recently, during a cold snap in Tucson, my home town, the local weather guy said we'd experienced the lowest temperature since record-keeping was begun, some eighty-five years ago. If that's true, where did scientists get their hundred year Tucson temperature data?
Meanwhile, I'll just keep cranking the thermostat up. Maybe if I crank it up far enough and open my doors, I can help create Florida Warming.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Global Warming, Another Story
Global warming is one of the great mysteries of our time. Some see it as cataclysmic, others think it's exaggerated.
One of the really earth-shaking consequences of the phenomenon that most people have yet to consider came to mind today as I passed Santa Claus in the mall with a cute, blonde tyke in his lap. Do you realize the likely consequences if the polar ice cap continues to go the way of yesterday’s Icee? According to Wikipedia, some scientists believe this could happen by 2030.
How will that affect the Santa story?
By 2050, jolly old Saint Nick will be living on the lush, newly-tropical island in the Artic Ocean known by the acronym NoPo. The North Pole (peppermint-like with alternating red and white stripes) will stick up out of Santa’s pineapple plot. Instead of those bulky red pants tucked into black boots, he’ll be decked out in UV-blocking shades and a red swim suit nicely contrasting with his deeply tanned skin.
He’ll have traded in his reindeer for a group of fleet-footed Kentucky thoroughbreds. In place of that crusty old sleigh, he’ll be driving a souped-up redwood hay wagon designed by Toyota engineers. It will feature oversize Bridgestone tires guaranteed to make a soft landing on any type of roof.
The elves, wearing skimpy shorts and flip-flops, will knock out their toys in an outdoor workshop shaded by large oak trees. The kids’ wish lists will still feature traditional items like Radio Flyer wagons. Because of all the extra water resulting from ice caps and glaciers melting, however, the wagons will feature pontoons instead of wheels.
Mrs. Claus will circulate around the workshop with lemonade and gingerbread cookies to help the elves keep their cool. During her free time, she’ll lounge at poolside with a peppermint julip.
Since the world will be a warmer place in 2050, there won’t be much need for chimneys. Santa will have to vary his approach. He’ll probably rappel from the roof and go in the front door with his universal pass key.
All of this upheaval in the Santaland saga will cause Clement Moore the 10th (or whatever) to rewrite parts of The Night Before Christmas. One segment will probably say:
“Now, Citation! now, Slew! now, War Admiral and Seabiscuit!
On, Count Fleet! on, Whirlaway! on, Assault and Secretariat!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Okay, enough of this global warming stuff. Don't want to scare the kids out of their nighties. But before I close and cruise out of sight, I’d like to wish a Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
Chester Campbell
www.chesterdcampbell.com
One of the really earth-shaking consequences of the phenomenon that most people have yet to consider came to mind today as I passed Santa Claus in the mall with a cute, blonde tyke in his lap. Do you realize the likely consequences if the polar ice cap continues to go the way of yesterday’s Icee? According to Wikipedia, some scientists believe this could happen by 2030.
How will that affect the Santa story?
By 2050, jolly old Saint Nick will be living on the lush, newly-tropical island in the Artic Ocean known by the acronym NoPo. The North Pole (peppermint-like with alternating red and white stripes) will stick up out of Santa’s pineapple plot. Instead of those bulky red pants tucked into black boots, he’ll be decked out in UV-blocking shades and a red swim suit nicely contrasting with his deeply tanned skin.
He’ll have traded in his reindeer for a group of fleet-footed Kentucky thoroughbreds. In place of that crusty old sleigh, he’ll be driving a souped-up redwood hay wagon designed by Toyota engineers. It will feature oversize Bridgestone tires guaranteed to make a soft landing on any type of roof.
The elves, wearing skimpy shorts and flip-flops, will knock out their toys in an outdoor workshop shaded by large oak trees. The kids’ wish lists will still feature traditional items like Radio Flyer wagons. Because of all the extra water resulting from ice caps and glaciers melting, however, the wagons will feature pontoons instead of wheels.
Mrs. Claus will circulate around the workshop with lemonade and gingerbread cookies to help the elves keep their cool. During her free time, she’ll lounge at poolside with a peppermint julip.
Since the world will be a warmer place in 2050, there won’t be much need for chimneys. Santa will have to vary his approach. He’ll probably rappel from the roof and go in the front door with his universal pass key.
All of this upheaval in the Santaland saga will cause Clement Moore the 10th (or whatever) to rewrite parts of The Night Before Christmas. One segment will probably say:
“Now, Citation! now, Slew! now, War Admiral and Seabiscuit!
On, Count Fleet! on, Whirlaway! on, Assault and Secretariat!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Okay, enough of this global warming stuff. Don't want to scare the kids out of their nighties. But before I close and cruise out of sight, I’d like to wish a Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
Chester Campbell
www.chesterdcampbell.com
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