Pretending to Be Parson Brown
How does it go again? If climate is a book, then the weather (today, say) is a paragraph or sentence in that book. I think that’s how the explanation goes.
So when there is record-breaking snowfall in states like North Dakota and days of 80s down here in Austin, it’s a change in the what now? I’m not getting it.
But the thing is that I know I’m not getting it. Because when I’m worrying about the weather, the thing that bothers me most is that I know there is nothing that can be done about it. Isn’t that axiomatically certain?
And what kind of conceited little hamsters are we to believe that we could change anything about the patterns of moisture, temperature, and pressure eternally circumnavigating the Earth? Who are we shitting? God? If the God of the Judeo-Christians exists, it is for the sole purpose of providing a mind vast enough to wholly appreciate the conceit of someone like Al Gore —and to laugh the laugh of Charity in the doe-eyed faces of the spooked-to-hells clinging to this rock.
I think it’s one of the Federal Government’s noblest and most basic purposes: let’s keep our water, food, and air as clean as we can. Environmentalism is a good thing to practice. It is our charge as Americans. Chief Seattle, Muir, TR, Ansel Adams, Iron Eyes Cody, whoever: all those guys knew what a sacred place this continent is.
But for us to surrender ourselves in any degree to some pitiful protocol or UN agency because of some unfalsifiable belief that we can change the climate because we already have changed the climate? No way, jack. There’s a green anole living in my kitchen and the AC’s on outside. Go away. It keeps turning.
