I Give Up, Al Gore! Now Make It Stop Snowing.

As I sit at work and watch it snow yet again, I had a thought.  Can we Anthropogenic Global Warming “deniers” declare defeat, proclaim Al Gore the winner, congratulate him on his overwhelming success in defeating AGW, give him a prize for his work in restoring ‘balance’ to the earth and then shuttle him and his merry little band of do-gooders off to the next global crisis?  Could that work?

Unfortunately, I don’t put too much hope in my plan.  The Goracle, being able to see the writing on the wall, has dropped the ‘warming’ verbiage and now preaches against the scourge of Climate Change.  This of course means that as long as the seasons change, the green mafia will be with us.  I just wish it was as funny as it sounds.

The Green cures for our world are many – Cap & Trade, investments in green energy (perhaps we should look into that blue energy on “V”), higher oil prices, higher CAFÉ standards, high-speed rail and even allowing the EPA to regulate the air we breathe.  In attempting to do something, even anything that might work, they fail to see that the cure is worse than the sickness.  In fact, the patient may just be a hypochondriac.

Just One Thing

In Missouri, as in what seems to be 80% of the nation, we've had a lot of snowfall.  Here in Sainte Genevieve we had a few storms that gave us a powdering to an inch or two.  But this week, we had enough snow to head for the in-laws and do some sledding.  The sun was shining and the snow had a real glaze on top; perfect for sledding. 

Two of our three children had spent the night at Nana and Papa's, so they were already out back when my wife and I arrived.  Out the back door, I walked to the top of the hill.  I saw Anna and Nate at the bottom of the hill with Finn, the little boy next door who's friends with Nate.  Papa Gary gave me the layout of the route.  Their hill slopes from two directions into a corner of their yard, fenced on one side with untamed mother nature on the other.  This can make for some odd approaches and close calls with the fence and the trees.  Papa said it was slick and fast and they had moved the disc sleds out of the rotation since they were harder to steer.   Whether because I was brave and foolhardy or I just felt my girth needed it, I grabbed a disc and said we'd see about that.  He pointed out the different paths they had taken, I picked what I thought would be the fastest and off I went.