­The Global Warming Game is No Way to Run a Railroad

The contrarian in America oftentimes gets grudging respect for standing up to unbeatable odds — the crown or crowd, cloying hypocrisy or shocking evil – and, winning. Especially so when fighting back is ultimately seen as serving humanity but only after much personal suffering.

Most times it is the skeptics’ lot that simply being right is about as good as it gets because the skeptic generally is not in it for the reward and most folks do not like learning they were to too stupid, ignorant, greedy or fearful to accept the truth. The transition from the skeptic who questions the consensus to a public that accepts the skeptic’s truth oftentimes takes time.

Remember how Fulton persisted in his folly and Dr. Barry Marshall drank H. pylori cocktail and vindicated science by vomiting on the accepted knowledge of his peers? Imagine a frail and doped Nietzsche glaring at the paper inches from his nose through blistering eyes as he scribbled about the coming of The Dude. Feel the suffering of Socrates, Jesus and George Bush who refused to sign away America’s future at Kyoto.

It was GW who stood up to the UN and the superstitious crowd and the purveyors of fear from the Left like that lone Chinaman facing the tanks in Tiananmen square with nothing but the courage in his heart to exercise free will, represent the unrepresented, and to oppose the mindless conformity of the Climatists that had been chosen at that point in time in the evolution of society to try to run the board.

The Medium is the Message: The global warming alarmists cling to their Hockey Stick. The Left claims a consensus. Al Gore is the putative head of the liberal utopian lynch mob. Only the daring skeptic will oppose the forces of ignorance and evil for the good of all and in the end sometimes The Dude doth abide. Bush stood up to the secular, socialist mob and for his strength forever earned the enmity of the Left.

America also has this overwhelming disgust with waste. That is why Captain Ahab’s monomaniacal quest to kill the white whale is discomfiting; as is Climatists’ refusal to admit that the Hockey Stick is a proven scientific fraud. Fair minded folks will be happy to let the Climatists cling to the end of time in their belief the end is just 30-50 or more years away. But, it rankles does it not to know that schoolteachers are undermining society with their global warming doomsday climate porn in the public schools?

What happens to a society that finally does wake up but is too decrepit to move on? When the tide does turn – and after the people accept the skeptics’ truth that global warming was nothing but a hoax and a scare tactic – will the crowd finally turn away from the self-defeating nihilism of the Left? Perhaps but steadfast contrarians like GW must stand up and have the courage to tell a generation of graduates from the public-funded dropout factories that facts are facts: there is no such thing as a free lunch and there is a long road ahead.

About Wagathon

Hot World Syndrome—fear of a hotter, more intimidating world than it actually is prompting a desire for more protection than is warranted by any actual threat. A Chance Meeting– We toured south along the Bicentennial Bike Trail in the Summer of 1980, working up appetites covering ~70 miles per day and staying at hiker/biker campgrounds at night along the Oregon/California coast (they were 50¢ a day at that time). The day's ride over, and after setting up tents, hitting the showers, and making a run to a close-by store, it was time to relax. The third in our little bicycle tour group, Tom, was about 30 yards away conversing with another knot of riders and treating himself to an entire cheesecake for dinner. He probably figured Jim and I would joke about what a pig he was eating that whole pie and decided to eat among strangers. Three hours later after sharing stories and remarking on a few coincidences that turned up here and there, Tom and one of the former strangers realized they were cousins, meeting in this most unlikely place for the first time. ~Mac
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