SICK'N TIRED OF CLIMATE LIES? ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF THE LOSS OF THE RIGHT TO SPEAK

Watching this, I felt as if I was back in college again where they stifled free expression

To Gore, Obama and Swibach:

We are seeing more and more how some narcissistic liars avoid, obfuscate, bully, etc.   "Anything, but the truth," seems to be your, I mean, their, motto. Too tired to write prose, I am submitting some disconnected thoughts on the matter.

To the MGMers: Can you think of any good reason to kill the free exchange of ideas and speech as they did in the video? No?, neither can I.  I am glad that the God-fearing, "My God - Mercy" crowd is around and will intelligently explore.

Until the sunspots come back, buy sweaters.

How dare you scare the kids, Al Gore, Obama, Swibach et al. You are dishonest, wealthy men.  Well, at least two of you are wealthy. And, you, the so-called scientists: turn in your creditials. No wonder the kids aren't learning. Leave creativity to science-fiction writers. 

Scientists: take turns acting as scientific editors for those esteemed  journals; maybe other views, based on the scientific method,  will replace those coming from the politically correct crowd of (ahem) greedy and indifferent, advanced thinkers. 

As far as CHANGE in weather is concerned:  SL took her children out in a thunderstorm and laughed making her own boom, boom sounds.  Little ones got the message that CHANGE is something you adapt to and they laughed. No fear here. Just to be sure, though, dad built a fall-out shelter that went unused, except when tornadoes reared their ugly funnels.

SL rather liked her mother's version of how to react to CHANGE: "The angels are turning barrels of water over to clean Heaven's floor." Giggle.  SL used it with the boom, boom method to good effect. Moreover, SL's father's warning was heard and respected: "Never build on a flood plain."

You wealthy tricksters are using the chicken littles to have your way. Fie on you! You are the cause of much contrived misery; go away.  We have had enough of your tricksterism. You and your dislike of oil and gas and so-called enlightened use of limited farmland for biofuels are causing famine world-wide. Shame! We the people are getting fed up!

Why do you think so little of poor people and the lower middle-class the world over?  Did you not (duh) figure out that growing fuel, instead of digging for it, would raise food prices and the poor and working poor would suffer as in famine?  Sure you did; you just didn't care. In fact, I believe that you got the idea from the Stalinists who murdered millions that way.  All the better, I suspect, since you tell us that there are too many of the "unwashed masses."

If you believe that there are too many of the unwashed, the little and the poor, build roads, schools and factories, so that they will not have so much time to breed. I have a question: if numbers are an issue for you, why are you giving money to their oppressors?  It only falls into greed's dark hole in an off-shore account.

 I do get it: you want to get rid of the masses, in any amount, so that, you, the wealthy, can control resources and grow even wealthier. You're no better than the Montezuma crowd. I fear for your souls.

Whether it is the triad of Al Gore, B.H. Obama, Mr. hot-on-Marijauna Swibach ( pseudonym), or other combinations of environmentalists, their "high"-effect is the same: they take rights away, including the unborn's God-given rights. Bullies! Vandals! You are uncovered.

Oh, by the way Al, Obama, and Swibach: blow on your wilting plants (air only), they love the carbon dioxide, and don't over-water. It helps. Honest!

In closing: as long as we are accepting pseudo-science in the place of empirical documentation, how about this clarion call: "Save the planet with clean air and lots of Carbon Dioxide!"

Respectfully (sic)

CF

P.S. Mr. Gore are you not a tad disengenuous by failing to disclose your real intent (personal wealth) in the part below? Shame, O guilty one!

BURNED NEWSPAPER ARTICLE THAT NEVER WAS: A TRUE STORY part five Copyright 2009

Dear MGMers;

It wasn’t long before your grandmother’s trial by harassment started. It began with inane attempts to remind her that freedom of speech was tenuous at best and there was a price for its responsible exercise. For starters, the harassment vehicles were intimidation and symbolic acts. Names have been changed for obvious reasons.

[S]hortly after her meeting with the Sporadic leadership, SL was summoned to report to the social studies department, where she was to meet with its department head, Mr. Atlas. The note was coincidently delivered by messenger at, of all places, Mr. Swibach’s class. Swibach, who was never good at effective disguises, smirked as he handed her the message.

It was becoming clear that the hallowed halls of learning were rumbling about her bold article. She wondered about the stranger, Mr. Atlas. As she walked to the forum where apostates were evidently punished, SL moved from the mindset of student to irate tax-payer.

There was an unanswered question that had not been settled in her mind: if the newspapers had been confiscated and burned, why was Mr. Weldon silent and sitting on a good story? It was as if the whole thing hadn’t happened. In her mind’s eye, she was seeing the effects of a cover-up.

Mr. Atlas was unfriendly as he ushered in the offending student, who had the audacity to lift the scab from Swibach’s “sore-wounded” political science class. Once he established a preliminary exchange, Atlas launched into an informal, interrogatory inquisition.

Atlas rhetorically asked SL what business she had in presenting herself as a “foreign affairs expert.” Without waiting for an answer, he made a terminal thrust: “What are your credentials!”

If this was meant to “shock and awe” her, he could have spared himself the time and effort. SL had walked in the company of certified intimidators for the last eight years, as a political activist and a human relations representative. She had left quaking and shaking reactions at the door of Sacred Heart Church, where ten years earlier she had begun her growing-into-womanhood process.

SL calmly looked at the man whose salary she and her neighbors were paying, and replied that she was a homeowner and taxpayer and those were her credentials. Besides, she calmly asserted, she wasn’t aware that one had to be “credentialed” to make reasoned judgments about world events.

Atlas backed down and muttered something about the need to allow all views to be heard on a college campus. SL would have agreed, except she knew first hand that all views were not being presented in her political science class and elsewhere on campus, but she prudently acquiesced to respectful silence.

Having briefly chided SL for her audacious article, Atlas dismissed her with the addendum to stick to news articles which were orientated to “student interests.” As she walked back to class, SL mulled over the use of the phrase, “student interests.” Mr. Weldon had said earlier that they would have to focus on “student interests.”

Obviously, the social studies department held sway on the matter of her pesky article. She wondered, without wishing to probe, if Mr. Melton had suffered a diminishment of his ability to reach personal teaching goals.

SL decided at that moment one should not step foot on a campus until they had lived in the world for at least five years. In her thirties, SL looked on campus life as a kind of extended play pen where human growth was arrested for four years, so as to conditionally mold young-adult minds, rather than form them into truly free, balanced thinkers.

SL hadn’t time to think about the new/old journalism. Time changes all things. She eventually would find ways to redirect the spotlight on the SDS, through “student interest” articles. In an ironic twist of fate, she would later be recalled to the Social Studies department. This time Atlas would ask for her help.

The whole mess irritated SL. The world was going up in flames and the stranger in the social studies department wanted her to write solely about campus life. The irony gripped her heart as she returned to Swibach’s class.