Tuesday – Time For Thomas (and Leonardo, and Roberta)

It’s a day early (nearing 9pm on Monday), but my mornings haven’t been conducive to reading and then posting something. I’m feeling a bit ‘off’ the last few days, plus been very busy, helping my Pixie’s parents move (by caring for her while they do the heavy lifting), studying for and training with the Team for our upcoming Retreat…meetings and celebrations and chores to be done – such is Life.

However, Tuesday is when I usually post Thomas Sowell’s column, and so I shall for this Not-Quite-Tuesday entry.

Dr. Sowell’s column today deals with a previously “decided” topic – what I lovingly refer to as Gerbil Worming, known by most as Climate Change…as if climates were supposed to be static, eh? Only fools believe that climate doesn’t change. The “skeptic” label is applied instead to those of us who question Modern America’s pivotal role in such change.

The recent statement that the earth was warmer in the Middle Ages than it is today, made by the climate scientist who is at the heart of the recent scandal about “global warming” statistics, ought to at least give pause to those who are determined to believe that human beings must be the reason for “climate change.”

Stealing the aura of science for political purposes is nothing new for the left. Karl Marx called his brand of Utopianism “scientific socialism.” Even earlier, in the 18th century, the Marquis de Condorcet referred to “engineering” society. In the 20th century, H.G. Wells referred to the creation of a lasting peace as a heavy and complex “piece of mental engineering.”


Genuine science is the opposite of dogmatism, but that does not keep dogmatists from invoking the name of science in order to shut off debate. Science is a method of analysis, rather than simply a set of conclusions. In fact, much of the history of science is a history of having to abandon the prevailing conclusions among scientists, in light of new evidence or new methods of analysis.

I was raised on the prairies of north central and northeastern Montana. It’s rugged country, sparsely populated, craggy with badlands carved by ancient glaciers and rivers and wind. A few years ago, after returning to the States from our little jaunt in Hawai’i, I took off and drove to my old stompin’ grounds from the East Coast. I was gone nearly 7 weeks. During one part of the trip, I met up with family and we all went to the Judith River Dinosaur Institute in Malta, Montana to see the cool new discovery from that area – Leonardo.

Now, my grandfather had farmed near there, so as children we knew FABulous things could be found in the dirt. We knew of ferns fossilized into rocks, and seashells where no water had stood for many thousands of years. We knew of “old” bone fragments that didn’t belong to buffalo, antelope or coyote. Little did we know…Montana’s new Treasure is something other than the “Oro y Plata” (Gold and Silver) proclaimed on her crest. Montana’s new Treasures are DINOSAURS!

The plains and badlands where I was born are now windswept cattle and wheat country, with temperatures ranging between +90F in the summer and -30F in the winter and rainfall measured in inches. When Leonardo and Roberta walked those acres it was hot, wet and steamy. Don’t tell me climate shouldn’t change, and fercryinoutloud, don’t tell me it’s caused by The Rich Greedy Americans. That, m’Friends, is pure, unadulterated snake oil.


So, now that I’ve gone FAR off the topic of Dr. Sowell’s column, spent some time looking at pictures of the places where I’d like to spend more time, and gotten a bit weepy, I hope you’ll excuse me – I’m gonna go watch some of this preseason baseball game.


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