Month: March 2016

Climate Change and Solar farms

Driving through the state one cannot help but notice all the solar panel farms that have been constructed. I suppose that in comparison to wind turbines this is a better alternative.  They don’t make that low frequency hum and that whup, whup, whup, that I hear can drive some people batty. The wind doesn’t always blow but the sun is always shining. At least in the daytime. And if it isn’t cloudy. They are usually constructed in pre-existing fields so they don’t require 50 to 100 acres of forest to be clear cut and long access roads to be built. As an added bonus it means less space for those methane farting cows.

Of course I read recently that the carbon credits are being sold to Massachusetts and Connecticut. So they can lower their carbon footprint. To keep “our” electric bills down, they say.

Is global warming climate change real? Of course it is.  Why 12,000 years ago the spot where I’m typing right now was under a sheet of ice nearly a mile thick.  We’ve had the Roman warming period, the Medieval warming period. The little ice age, all before the industrial revolution.  We had global cooling in the 70’s, acid rain in the eighties. Remember “Our trees are dying ” mantra. Today they estimate they’re more trees on the planet then they’re stars in the Milky way and Andromeda galaxies combined. All those trees need CO2 to live.

My own opinion is that “climate change” and “saving the planet” is nothing but an excuse for “Progressives” and Democrats to rail against free market capitalism and place more government control on more aspects of our lives and our pocketbooks. What is encouraged now will eventually be mandatory.  It’s not going to accomplish a damn thing but they will feel good about themselves, and have a little tighter grip on our leashes.

Starting High School (The Long March)

To reflect back on our youth through the dusky lens of time can produce as many different emotions as they’re people. Some will be embarrassed or ashamed. With 20/20 hindsight many will lament the wrong choices made or the paths not taken. But the past is all water under the bridge. You can piss and moan about it or you can reflect on it. Chart the journey you and society took. To arrive at an understanding as to why were on the road to ruin today.

I have been personally fortunate to retain a fairly good memory of the events of my youth. Considering that I have partaken a  sampling of just about everything on more then one occasion.

It was a time of teacher turnover.  About 2/3 of them were “old school” they had been there since the late forties, and were nearing retirement. The Beatles and Twiggy had turned fashion upside down. The “old school” tried to apply some brakes. They had tried to enforce a “dress code”, specifically on boy’s hair (too long) and girls skirts (too short) sending individuals home with a note to their parents.  In the end of course they were simply overwhelmed.

Speaking for myself,  it was soooo hard… to concentrate on the lessons when You, a young man are surrounded by all those …young female thighs wrapped in… pantyhose.

For guys (and women) who would like to reminisce about those days I recommend this link.  It’s full of nostalgia from the times of pay phones, electric typewriters, and standard transmission.

As the “old school” left, the “new school” arrived. Young teachers in their mid to late twenties. Fresh from the teachers colleges. Civics and Social Studies were the courses where the seeds of a new political and ideological agenda could be planted. And they were planted in our “young skulls full of mush”.

My Memory isn’t that precise as to recall every detail of my freshman year but I do remember in Social Studies doing a report on Eugene Debs, the American Socialist party leader (Bernie’s hero) and getting an “A” on it.  I was being taught the notion that government could plan an economy that would be fair to everyone.  I don’t recall seeing many textbooks about life in Communist countries.  The few I did see didn’t go into much detail but stated they did have full employment and health care was free. What’s so bad about that?

In Civics the new young lady teacher took the time to spend a whole day with us listening and discussing the Beatles “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” and wither “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” was about an LSD experience.

She even brought in two real “Hippies” from the local college,  to discuss with us how being a hippie could shape one’s outlook on life.  Or was it one’s outlook on life that made you a hippie.

This of course was only the beginning. Soon would come our class trip to Washington D.C.

To be continued.

 

 

“British Muslim Murdered After Posting Easter Greetings”

I read this in  American Thinker today.

I would like to imagine that the vast majority of Muslims in the U.S. and the world  are peaceful people who just want to practice their religion (of peace) in peace. That we can respect each other’s faith, engage in commerce, and even on occasions be allies in war.

I would like to imagine that the vast majority of Muslim women really don’t want to wear a burka. Are perfectly able to drive a car, and don’t mind having a job and earning their own money.  That the vast, vast  majority of Muslim fathers do NOT murder their daughters for dating the wrong person.

Obviously a very hard core minority does not concur with this assessment. and this hard core minority are the ones who are following the Qur’an  to the letter.

Political correctness has almost entirely driven Christianity from the public square.  Yet it’s very accommodating to Islam. For Progressives “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

When an Amish person transgresses he or she is shunned by their fellow Amish. When a Muslim person transgresses he or she is KILLED by their fellow Muslims.

As we read of what happened in Great Britain.  Brussels shows how they feel about the rest of us

Islam means “submission” to the will of Allah.  “Your” submission to Islam.

I would love to “COEXIST”, but co-existence is a two way street. I don’t see that happening.

Tomorrow is Easter. Be joyous.

 

Thank GOD it’s GOOD Friday

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TGIF! The work week is nearly done.  For one very special man his life’s work, his mission, wrapped up on this particular Friday.  Taking the punishment for our sins upon himself.  Giving us the gift of eternal life. And all we have to do is accept.

It seems sometimes that what we thank the lord most of all for is Friday. Speaking for myself I’m thankful for much, much, more.

In my own warped imagination perhaps the Lords weekend went like this. He dropped by his former disgruntled employee and gave him one long raspberry.  Then went to see the fellows who predicted all this and said all right your wait is over, but you guys go on ahead.  I have to get up early Sunday morning.

 

1964-1967

The pace of change was accelerating.  Our President was assassinated.  The Beatles landed in America.  Vietnam is still on the back burner but the heat was being turned up.

To the horror of barbershops everywhere guys are letting the hair grow long.  Why? To make a statement against the establishment and conformity, and the girls loved it.  But mostly because the girls loved it.

I remember when my Father said one day “well, think it’s time for a haircut?” I replied no. He was ok with it.  It wasn’t a hill he wanted to fight on.

Of course I bought Beatle albums with my allowance.  A birthday or Christmas present ( I don’t remember which) was a new “Stereo record player” to play them on.

One night I was at my friend “B’s” house.  We were listening to “Buffalo Springfield’s first album. He brought out some thick gummy stuff that he said he got from his older brother who had a friend who was in the army ( I think that’s what it was, so long ago).  He produced a pipe with aluminum foil in it,  stuck a few pinholes,  placed the black gummy stuff in, lit it,  inhaled and passed it to me.  My first time I got high.

High school was next.

 

 

 

Children everywhere Part 2 (War toys)

What an amazing thing to remember a time when “political correctness ” did not rule our lives.

I was very fortunate to have wonderful parents and be born at a time when it seemed the whole country consisted of young children and middle age parents. The people who served in WW2 and Korea were in their late thirties and early forties. Many had vivid memories of their past service and many did not want to talk about it.  Like my friend “Charlie’s” father who did 25 missions as a ball gunner on a B-24 who saw other planes go down in flames. was shot down himself bailed out behind the lines and was rescued by the French underground. We were told of this by his oldest son, not him.

Vietnam was still on the horizon.

Kennedy was our President, we were proud of our military and our country.

Playing army was our summer pastime. Usually 8-10 of us would chose sides, one side (US) One side (Krauts). We would play in a small overgrown field behind a neighbors house across the street.  It had a big patch of poison sumac and several nests of fire ants, (I know, I sat in one, I ran fast).

My arsenal consisted of a battery operated 30cal. machine gun  , a bolt action M-1, hand grenades, a spring action mortar with rockets. My friends had similar equipment. “Charlie” even had a German Lugar.   We would go through rolls and rolls of caps. (Remember caps).

We would play for hours. Boys being boys.

Today kids would have to be careful that the kind policemen and women don’t make Swiss cheese out of you. Times have changed.

A Gold town.

Palm Sunday, a very special day. With greater things to come.

Drove through Norwich today.  The town of Norwich, not Northfield which is the home of “Norwich” University. Norwich University used to be in the town of Norwich but its Cadets just could not get along with the boys from Dartmouth.  School pride , drunken brawls and not in the least,  competition  over available female companionship. Remember, these were schools exclusively for men.

Dartmouth was there first.  Norwich moved.

The town of Norwich easily survived the loss of its namesake University which prospers to this day under its name in the town of Northfield.

Norwich is a “GOLD” town, a bedroom community of Hanover N.H. and solidly Democrat.  Real estate is a-half million and up.  A lot of people doing VERY well. They have the best police force money can buy and that 25mph speed limet is just what it says.  Saw several political lawn signs.  Some for Bernie, some for Hillary. None for any Republican.

Maybe these people feel guilty being in that upper 20%.  They’re just not taxed enough,  and if they’re going to pay, damn it everyone has to pay.

No one questions wither you have more then your “fair share” if you belong to the party of the “little guy”, the environment , illegal immigration, abortion rights etc.   Your conscious will be clear.  The media will never rebuke you.  And your party leaders will do the thinking for you.

And your safe and sound inside your gold town.

And Remember, Caitlyn Jenner became persona-non- grata when “she” came out of the closet…for TED CRUZ!

And no one cares that Tom Steyer  made his billions in coal.

Maybe Norwich would be a good place to locate refugees . We can’t let Europe have all the fun.

 

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