While I realise that Andrew Bartlett is not the brightest penny in the jar, surely even he would be aware of the old adage that Pyromaniacs should not Shout Fire in a movie theatre. OK, its not that old an adage, but I feel it encompasses the tragedy that is the Make Poverty History Coalition.
My comment to his post regarding this particularly repugnant organisation was as follows-
Andrew, do you think that the fact that the Making Poverty History wristbands were produced in sweatshops limits the impact and credibility of this psuedo organisation to comment on this?
That is pretty much all that needs to be said. Andrew Bartlett is truly a parody of the archetypal sixties radical. Pointless idealism for the sake of idealism, provided it can never actually achieve the goal to which it espouses and maintaining victims in their squallor whilst victimising as many of the general population as possible. This tactic has been used by the old fashioned left since they used to sit on the Left side of the French parliament. By maintaining and developing new victims, you have a ready pool of antagonisms to poke and prod for your own personal satisfactions. Otherwise you would have no reason to ever be heard from.
Thank God this joke of a representative will soon be leaving the Senate for good, along with the rump of his reprehensible party.
October 2nd, 2007
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I have, for many years now, prided myself on my unfailing rejection of the Green view of the various issues confronting the day to day lives of this great blue lump of rock. I have consistently been found to be on the happy side of angels in all cases, where I have taken a diametrically opposed viewpoint to whatever the latest idiot environmentalist has sprouted, regardless of what the issue is or my, frankly, limited research on the subject.
There is no doubt that the weather is getting warmer, but really, as my system has proven itself on so so many occasions, I am loathe to reject it straight out of hand.
I have seen the various doomsday prophets and profits come along. I have rejected every one of them because I knew that they were wrong by tradition and inclination, but then there is that old saying about even broken clocks being right twice a day.
I guess I am starting to be sceptical about my scepticism. I am by no means becoming a converted believer in the cult of Anthropomorphic Global Warming. I personally find the whole concept perverse and frankly pathetic. The general or garden-variety Global warming exponent has a fairly limited grasp on the concept of personal hygeine, let alone weather patterns, but despite that, I am desparately trying to keep an open mind.
I see something like this and I start to wonder. Am I right or am I wrong?
Feel free to castigate me from any position you like, but I think I have a way to either disprove of reinforce my innate scepticism.
Today is Tuesday 2nd Oct 2007. I want you to tell me what the weather in Brisbane is going to be on this date next year. Or even next month, in six months time, nine months time. Whatever you like. As a control, also tell me what the weather will be like in Fairbanks, Alaska.
I will check the weather bureau on the day nominated and see how close you were.
Use your global warming models, your insider trading information, your statistical training or even you dicky left knee to give me a guide and let me know how it was decided.
If you can show that your models are correct at such short range predictions, it will be more convincing to this sceptical sceptic. But if you can’t even tell me what the weather is going to be in one year, why should I listen to you about what it is going to be like in 50 or 100 years?
Feel free to be as offensive as you like about my lack of faith in the great god Gaia.
October 2nd, 2007
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