Monday, 7 December 2009


So this world climate episode finally started today in Copenhagen.

One of the finest updates of the day....came from the British press (they are delivering five-star news day after day, after day).

So, lets review the top curious items being reported:

- The top limousine service in Copenhagen.....normally runs with twelve vehicles a day on the road....right now for the conference, they are running almost 200 gas-guzzling limousines.

- All total for limousines running for the conference.....near 1,200.

- The Danes readily admit they had to bring in limousines from Germany and make everyone happy.

- Total electric cars for the event? Five. Danes don't run hybrids....primarily because of the extreme taxes required of the vehicles. Note this.....extreme taxes.

- Over 140 private aircraft will land in Denmark for the many.....that they can't even park them there safely. So the local airport management team is moving them quickly out.....flying to regional airports.....and Sweden....just to park them.

Twenty thousand people are expected. Among them? Leonardo DiCaprio, Daryl Hannah, Helena Christensen, Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Prince Charles.

- The Danes are expecting riots of some type. In fact...they've gone out and bought their first-ever water-cannon....which the local paper is running a name competition to suggest an appropriate name for it.

- The cops there have 360 cages rigged a old house up to 4,000 detainees.

- Using scientific analysis.....the press has figured that the the participants' travel, will create a total of 41,000 tons of "carbon dioxide equivalent, equal to the amount produced over the same period by a city the size of Middlesbrough".

In a perverse sense, it is a circus....where performers are doing their best for the cameras.....and making a name for themselves. The game? Attention.....and little else.

Only a suggestion from a Bama guy.....but maybe the next grand meeting ought to be held in a open field in the midst of Mississippi....with everyone getting a sleeping bag.....a roll of toilet paper....and a case of Pabst. Let the fest end with some band doing a two-hour episode......and just send everyone home on a Trailways bus.

An Observation of Life

This past week…someone passed me this:

To Those of Us Born 1930 - 1979

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints..

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.

Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight.. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing.....that's why!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on..
No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were OKAY.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVDs, no surround-sound or CDs, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms. WE HAD FRIENDS, and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

Some were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes..

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

So I sat and pondered this entire statement. It was pretty much the facts.....laid out simple and straight.

It was an interesting piece, which drove home two dozen-odd facts of life that happened before the 1980s. At some point in the 1970s…a trend started, and it truly developed in the 1980s. I think a great deal of our spiral today…revolves around people who never matured in the 1970s and a lack of adult leadership.

Half the teachers I had for the first nine years of school…grew up in the 1930s and 1940s….and emphasized a respect through their attitude and positive nature. Some were marginal teachers but they had leadership values. Today….you’ve got marginal teachers, who have no leadership, no character, and no respect.

I remember the dynamic of Miss, Mrs, and Mr. Real adults were senior to you…and you knew it from day one.

Added to this mess is the dynamic of “status”…which has become like kudzu (that vine that grows and grows and grows). Everyone is inspired to walk toward a “status” in life and needs to show it or act it.

Finally, the concept of successful failures today is overwhelming. We’ve got local, state, and federal political figures who are absolutely successful failures, and do a damn fine job of it. We’ve got businessmen who make their entire life dependent on a successful failure business operation. We’ve got churches now, riding a successful failure wave toward membership and revenue. Being a successful failure….is acceptable now.

Are we finished as a society? No. Somewhere in the heartland….where folks still make apple pie from scratch, and still wax their car by hand twice a year….are a desperate group of characters trying to stay heartland. They still observe laws, have real friends, and make ice tea from scratch. These are the folks on front porches as the sun sets and discussing the fourteen ways of solving a mouse problem or how to steam clean a stuffed bear they bought at the flea market. They’d like to make things simple and just live life.

Why NPR is Doped Up

Today was an unusual bit of NPR on the radio. Richard Harris got the nod to deliver a five-minute piece….to explain why public sentiment was dissolving and less than fifty percent on global warming.

It was the work of a high school reporter or first-year college student. I felt amused by his efforts. The NPR spokes-guy….did his best to pump up the 5-minute discussion….but the longer it went on….the less trusting I got with the entire effort.

Never once did they ask…why do people not believe in the scheme? Their entire point was that people were worried about loss of jobs or the economy…..but when it came to points over the scientific discussion….they refused to discuss a single item.

At some point, I came to realize they were simply repeating the “trust-me-I-can’t-lie” scenario. I kept waiting and thinking….surely, they weren’t that stupid.

Yes, they were.

NPR behaves mostly like amateur journalists on this entire subject. The surprising part is that they likely pay both over $120k a year….to act stupid and make others just as stupid. That money…comes straight from the tax payer….and no accountability is rendered in this entire game of journalist’s misbehavior.

So a neat question or request to NPR….why not bring on someone who is an expert in the “warming period” of the Roman era or the “cooling” period (the mini-ice-age of the 1700s)….and then lets ask them how they met in Stockholm or Copenhagen….without the aid of computers and models….and how they corrected their terrible catastrophic situation.

I’m guessing the NPR guy will invoke a long, long pause….before cutting it short and going off to discuss a dance ballet troop over in Bolivia who teaches peasants with leprosy to dance.

What Dad Really Doesn't Want To Hear

So this is what happened.

The sheriff’s department came up and did a sky-pass check out in Keystone, Colorado. Here was some lady….who had a man’s ski pass. All of their season passes….which this was….have to have a picture and name on it….so naturally, the deputy asked questions.

The lady here in this case….said that she was in the middle of a sex change operation. Then she told the deputy that her parents knew of her sex change operation, and disowned her, when she told them.

So the deputy stood there for a moment….got the number for the parents…and called them.

The pass holder’s dad….came to be deeply shocked to hear that his son was having a sex change operation.

The deputy then called the phone number listed for the pass….and a guy answered. He admitted that he had given the pass to his girlfriend.

So, at this point, the deputy decided enough was enough….arrested the gal….and charged her with theft and criminal impersonation (of a sex changed dude).

I paused over this and pondered. It was a pretty good fake story. Being from Bama….if I had been the deputy….I probably would have stopped her at some point and mentioned that I hadn’t ever seen a sex-changed guy before and I’d like to see what “things” have been fixed or removed. She would have likely stood there for a minute….realizing what I’d asked for and just grinned….and we could have avoided telling some guy’s parents of his impending sex change operation.