Scooby Doo and the Heat Index

I was informed by “AccuWeather” that today’s forecast high temperature would be 99 degrees Fahrenheit.  But it was further stated that it would feel like 114 degrees Fahrenheit!  Now I once spent a summer in California and we did several times reach 114 degrees.  And as far as I can remember this was nothing like that.  99 degrees at 100 percent humidity and 114 degrees with bone dry air feel nothing alike.  One is a blast furnace and the other is a steam room.  So, what is the sense of this scare temperature of 114?  The weather dweebs on my local cable provider were running in circles warning of impending climate catastrophe and exhorting me to shelter in place.  I was especially amused by New York’s Mamdani begging his citizens to protect themselves from the heat but also commanding them not to set their air conditioners below 78 degrees.  Apparently, the electrical grid in New York is experiencing brown outs and everything must be done to avoid a black out during Taylor Swift’s upcoming nuptials at Madison Square Garden.  Something tells me that the wedding party will be excused from obeying the 78-degree mandate.  Can’t have a middle aged pop diva sweating at her wedding.  Think of the poor groom!

So, I finished off the rest of the lawn this morning with my push mower and as soon as the gas tank emptied, I changed the oil on that little Briggs and Stratton powered trash mower.  This will buy me some time until the tubing for draining off the oil from my riding mower arrives from my friends at Amazon.com (tomorrow they say).  I had to suspend the mower upside down and at an angle to avoid something to do with the spark plug and I looked distinctly goofy holding it in that position.  But I only spilled a couple of drops and voila!  She sounds as good as new (sorta).

As I was watering the plants in the pool area, I saw a little frog jump in so I fished him out with the pool net and threw him into Camera Girl’s Pond.  Now this was slightly after her evening feeding frenzy so as soon as he fell in, there was a boiling, bubbling panic around him and he jumped straight out into the high grass behind the pond.  Well, he probably did the right thing.  If he wanders back into the swimming pool, he can take solace from the knowledge that being chlorinated to death is a quiet peaceful end compared to being hacked to bits by the Piranha Brothers.

Tomorrow we will have Princess Sack of Potatoes and her parents here to swim in the pool before all of the grandkids head off for a week by the seaside.  A little rest and relaxation for us is good but it will be a bit quiet without them.  This week I sat through several hours of Scooby Doo cartoons that I’ve already seen too many times and Sonic the Hedgehog 2 which I probably could have skipped too but with them there enjoying this ridiculous entertainment I kind of felt like part of the gang.  Which is pretty cool.

It’s All Gotten Very Sad

Three weeks ago, at the beginning of May I turned off the heating system in the house.  And that was an historically reasonable action.  At that point the days were averaging in the high sixties and sometimes breaking into the low eighties.  So, hurrah for the end of winter and come on summer!

Well, today after the fourth really cold day in a row I looked at the thermostat and noticed the temperature in the late afternoon was sixty-three degrees.  I saw that Camera Girl was wearing an arctic survival suit and the dogs were burrowing into the permafrost layer that had infiltrated the living room.

Being the benign dictator that I am I overrode Camera Girl’s frugal instinct to “just add more layers of clothing until you’re warm” and turned on the heating system and set the thermostat to seventy-two.  Global warming; don’t make me laugh.

Now, of course, I’m well aware that in the southwest it’s already in triple digits here and there.  But up here where the geniuses of Harvard and Yale hold sway we’re freezing to death but we spend all our time worrying about ice caps melting.  But finally, finally, finally all of the nuttiness they enacted to make fossil fuels too expensive to use has come back to bite them on the butt.  The governor of Massachusetts has discovered that natural gas prices have skyrocketed!  She can’t account for it!  And she is demanding that the agencies responsible for regulation of energy companies and those companies themselves immediately lower the consumer cost for natural gas!

Of course, what it means is she will have to reverse the executive orders she put in place to make the prices higher a few years ago.  Essentially, she is “shocked, shocked to find out gambling is going on at Rick’s Café Américain.  Oh, by the way here are your winnings Madame Governor.”

But I think the biggest shocker will be to those who own and invest in the green new energy companies that Biden rewarded with billions in subsidies and grants.  With all that payola shut down there is going to be a lot of unemployed “consultants and lobbyists who will have to figure out a new racket.  The real question I have is what happens to all those rooftop solar panels when they stop working in a few years.  Do the homeowners have to replace them out of their own pockets?  And if they won’t, what exactly happens to them?  Will they eventually be covered over with tar paper and shingles?  They don’t look like they’ll keep the snow and ice out indefinitely.  Will people have to yank them off their roofs and have their roofs patched?  And how much will it cost to “recycle” the panels?  Who’s going to pay for that, the homeowner?

These are troubling times for the followers of Gaia.  The Earth goddess’s disciples are out of power in Washington and even in her most loyal bastions in Germany and Belgium things are not going well.  Greta Thunberg has been reduced to chasing after and hectoring her neighbors in Stockholm if they drive automobiles instead of ride bicycles.  But the new African immigrants don’t know who she is and they’ve roughing her up a bit.  It’s all gotten very sad.

The Science is Settled; the World Will End by 2050

I was reading an article by two doofuses named Peter Watts and Daniel Brooks.  Watts is a science fiction writer and I think Brooks is a biologist in academia.

Here’s a sample:

“We’ve spent a solid year higher than 1.5 degrees Celsius; we’re wiping out species at a rate of somewhere between 10,000 and 100,000 annually; insect populations are crashing; and we’re losing the West Antarctic Ice Sheet, no matter what we do at this point. Alaskapox has just claimed its first human victim, and there are over 15,000 zoonoses expected to pop up their heads and take a bite out of our asses by the end of the century. And we’re expecting the exhaustion of all arable land around 2050, which is actually kind of moot because studies from institutions as variable as MIT and the University of Melbourne suggest that global civilizational collapse is going to happen starting around 2040 or 2050.”

And this is the optimist of the pair.  The other guy is cheering on the collapse because he wants to clear the path for the few deserving humans to restart human life solidly in the pre-industrial era.  He kind of equates his role in all this as something like Hari Seldon in Isaac Asimov’s “Foundation” stories.  Gee, I wonder if I can try out for the part of the Mule?

Apparently civilizational collapse is settled science.

Who knew?

You know, if I were a young person being fed this line from kindergarten to grad school I might be as crazy as the Zoomers appear to be.

So, the world is coming to an end and even the climate warriors say it can’t be fixed.  Okay, then maybe they’ll just shut up now and let us live out our lives while the world burns.  But of course, as every supposed end of the world date passes without, you know, the world ending, they just screech louder and become even more annoying.  Now the dimwits are gluing their bodies to roadways and destroying works of art.

So far normal people have reacted by dragging these human traffic cones off the road, sometimes by their feet and comically, sometimes by their hair.  But you wonder when the first of these activists will become a road pizza.  I’ve watched a lot of these road block videos and I’m waiting for the motorists to start bringing zip ties and pepper spray to these events and tie them to a light pole and mace these clowns good.  I think they richly deserve it.

For their civil disobedience, if I were the judge I’d sentence them to one year without electric power and all the things associated with modern life; clean water, refrigerated food and hygiene.  I’d let them rot in a hovel and subsist on putrid food washed down with water from the nearest rain puddle.

Look, the world isn’t going to end in 2040 or 2050, just as it didn’t end in 2024 as predicted twenty years before that.  We should be so lucky to see this clown show end!  Why shouldn’t a world that wants Joe Biden to be its leader collapse?  Collapse would be the reasonable response to such a wholly stupid system.  But it won’t end.  We all need the exercise too much to just roll over and die.

There’s an even chance that I will still be around in 2050.  And if I do, I may go hobbling around looking for Watts and Brooks and if they’re still alive I might just punch them both in the nose and tell them to apologize to the world for being so stupid.

THE END IS NIGH, REPENT!!!!!!  But can you give me a lift to the highway blockade?  It’s pretty far by bike.

It Seems Portugal Didn’t Get the Memo About Climate Protests

In Germany the idiots sit in their cars like … idiots.  Apparently in Portugal they get out of their cars and drag the smug, self-important idiots by their arms, legs or hair depending on circumstances.  I wonder how many have lost a goodly amount of flesh when someone drags their super-glued hands off the asphalt.

There are a lot of people who are pretty tired of Gaia and her retarded minions.  It looks like patience is wearing thin.

Snow Removal Musings

So today I paid my first installment of winter penance in New England.  Three hours of snow removal and only half of the job is done.  Because I waited for the snow to stop before starting to clear it and since the snow didn’t end until early afternoon, I ran out of daylight at about the same time as I ran out of sensation in my frozen toes.  Tomorrow I’ll finish off the job.  But coming into a warm house and taking a hot shower after snow work is conducive to thinking.  So, thank you annoying snowstorm.

While I was clearing the snow it occurred to me that places like California have legislated to eliminate internal combustion engines from lawn mowers.  Eventually they want all motors to be electric.  If these people have their way it will require multiple large and expensive batteries to be able to clear snow for six hours or cut a large lawn.  Now granted lawns are not essential things but in a place like New England or any of the other cold weather areas of the country snow removal can be critical.  In fact, sometimes it’s life or death.  What if the idiots who want to make all motors electric have their way?  What exactly happens to the fleet of snow plows and other snow removal vehicles?  Will there be a warehouse full of batteries ready to be swapped out every few hours?  And around here it’s in the winter time that power lines go down.  What if there is no current to recharge those batteries?

I’m sure these people can’t be so stupid as to eliminate all these essential-service gasoline and diesel-powered vehicles.  For instance, they’re not going to have armies of battery powered harvesters and combines harvesting all the grain in the Midwest.  But that just makes it more sinister.  They know that they won’t eliminate these uses of fossil fuels.  And in point of fact almost all of the electricity that will power all these batteries is produced by burning fossil fuels.  And that won’t change.  What they want to eliminate is our private access to fossil fuels.

As I’ve previously said, energy is wealth.  If the only energy we have access to is the low-capacity battery systems then we become essentially an underclass.  The rich will have all of the perks that include gasoline powered lawn mowers and snow blowers and cars and trucks and access to airline flight.  We’ll be the serfs with our short-range electric cars and our undependable electrical grid.  We’ll be travelling on buses and subways as we shuttle to and from our serf jobs.

The saddest part of this is they’ve brainwashed a lot of the millennials to believe this is all for the good.  These fools agree with the elimination of fossil fuels “for the good of the planet.”  For them global warming and green energy are realities that they believe in.  For some reason they don’t seem to understand that what they’re agreeing to is a retreat back to subsistence technologies.  Or even worse, the stratification of society where the elite class has access to modern technology but the have-nots, among whom they will be included, will subsist in third world squalor.  Or maybe it’s even worse.  Maybe they accept their status as an underclass.

I think this will be a time of sorting.  Those who voluntarily accept these losses to their freedoms and range of actions are the walking dead.  They will retreat to small rental spaces and play video games and work as unskilled labor as they wait for their lives to end.  They’ll leave behind no children and they will celebrate their own extinction as a victory for Gaia.  The rest of us will select for freedom and life.  And our children and grandchildren will inherit the earth.  Literally.

Biden Humor for the Day – Begs Oil Companies to Lower Gas Prices

You can’t make this stuff up.  Let’s see, Dementia Joe cancelled the oil pipeline, stopped the oil and gas leases, weaponized the EPA and the Energy Department against the oil and gas companies and threatened the car companies to switch over to electric cars.  Gee, why wouldn’t they help him by selling gasoline at a loss.  I mean it would only be patriotic and Christian to turn the other cheek.

That Joe, he’s so funny.  When gasoline gets to $5/gal he’s gonna be awfully popular with everyone and they’re gonna show their appreciation with votes.  Joe must be getting awfully popular with those red-state Democrat congressmen.  I mean who’s going to fault Joe for doubling the price of …..  everything!

Saint Greta’s Chinese Children’s Crusade Beckons (or Killing Two Birds with One Stone)

I just want to start off this post with a simple statement.  Greta Thunberg is emblematic of all that is wrong with our age.  Here is a confused mentally unstable child who instead of being instructed in the realities of her world is encouraged by her parents and teachers to indulge her flights of fancy and assume a mantle of wisdom with which she harangues her elders for providing her with the modern advantages that allow us to avoid cold, starvation and exhaustion, things that were the realities of human life for untold thousands of years before renaissance civilization discovered the secrets of modern physics.  This post is dedicated to mocking the world view that attaches importance to the petulant ranting and raving of this disturbed and disturbing child.

I recently read a report that China will add enough new coal fired power plants in 2020 to increase their electrical output by the total amount currently produced by all of Europe.  That means even if Europeans stopped using power completely and went to live in caves and kept themselves warm by donning squirrel pelts the Chinese would already have added back all that power usage in CO2 emitting coal for them.  Hmmmm!

This really got me thinking.  I’ll bet Saint Greta of Thunberg hasn’t heard about this.  She’s not going to like it.  That’s a lot of CO2.  I’ll bet she’d really like to start a children’s crusade in China to shut down those coal fired plants.  Why I’ll bet that there are millions of Chinese environmentalists just waiting for Saint Greta to show up in Beijing and harangue the Chinese Communist Party Central Committee on their use of coal.  Being screeched at by a stunted Scandinavian kobold; isn’t that something that the highly principled leadership of a transparent and humanistic administration like the Chinese Politburo would relish?  Hmmm!

But how to make this happen?  I mean Saint Greta is really busy practicing her scowling-in-a-mirror exercises, and the Chinese really have their hands full with helping out the happy citizens of Hong Kong.  How can the gig be set up?

Then it hit me.  Let’s tell her it’s the United States that’s adding the coal plants and she’ll be over here like a shot.  But what we can do is replace her billionaire’s catamaran with a Shanghai junk and send her on a voyage of discovery as she sails through the Suez Canal, around India and into the Pacific Ocean on her way to straightening out Xi Jinping.  That two-year trek, which will include scurvy, rickets, interaction with pirates and very little in the way of modern annoyances like electricity and modern sanitary conditions, should give her a lot to think about.

And when she finally arrives in China, she can spread the gospel of renewable resources and let the people there know that they were much better off back in the Cultural Revolution when they survived on their daily five ounces of rice and their buffalo dung heating stoves.  That should really turn them around on this whole industrial revolution thing.

And once she’s converted the countryside and marches into Beijing in front of her army of millions, I’m sure Saint Greta will be installed in the Forbidden City on a Throne of Jade and televised across the Middle Kingdom with her patented “How Dare You!” speech.  Oh yeah, there’s nothing tyrannical despots like better than to be upbraided in front of their slaves by a demented dwarf.

But what would really make the whole thing special is if Saint Greta could find the authentic life style she is hoping to give to the rest of us.  I’m sure the Chinese would be thrilled to lead Saint Greta to their neighbor North Korea and let her see what the glories of pre-industrial life are really like.  If you’ve ever seen those night time satellite photos of the Korean peninsula you’ll know exactly how well the North Koreans are following Saint Greta’s example.  And with respect to food, if memory serves me correctly Greta actually resembles the way a North Korean looks after living on the diet and lifestyle fostered in the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.

And after Saint Greta has had a chance to reflect on the virtues of starvation and frostbite maybe President Trump can use her as a bargaining chip in his negotiations with Kim Jong Un.  He can threaten to send wave after wave of demented dwarves into North Korea if they won’t come to terms on their weapons program.  Yep, it’s a win-win for sure.

 

Let’s See if There are Any Senate Republicans Stupid Enough to Jump on the Carbon Tax Bandwagon

As the linked article documents even liberals in Washington state and Canada rebelled against the insanity of paying more money for the hydrocarbon fuel we use to heat our home and drive to work.  Any republican senator who votes for this deserves to be primaried and cast into the great abyss where Paul Ryan and Jeff Flake wail and gnash their teeth.  But I guarantee that more than one idiot republican senator will.

https://dailycaller.com/2018/12/21/new-green-deal

We really deserve better politicians but I doubt we’ll ever get them.