Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Aussie flooding
Something missing in the overall discussion of the Australian floods. Before 1975, before the murderous Iron Fist of the ecoterrorists SMASHED SMASHED SMASHED the people of Western countries into huddled miserable abject terrified submission, the people and the media would have responded to a flood with one unified call:
We want dams!
Or if the flood resulted from a defective or broken dam,
Fix the dam!
None of that is heard today.
Instead, we hear only the whimper of a whipped slave:
Please, Master, I know it's all my fault! Please, Master, let me breathe just a little longer! I'll try not to exhale much, Master! Please, O Most Omnipotent Goddess of the Planet[pbuh], allow a few of us to live, if this can be called living!
Aussie blogger Andrew Bolt tells us that this flood is (as always) part of a pattern, that the pattern is (as always) about a third of a century long, and that the 1974 version of this flood did cause a sane response from politicians. For a while. But shortly thereafter, the murderous Iron Fist of the ecoterrorists SMASHED down on Australia, and the plans were abandoned. Some fucking little fish might have been embarrassed by the dam, so the Aussie gov't decided it was better to kill all the people than to embarrass one Holy Sainted Royal Goddamn Motherfucking Fish.
Time to reprint this passage from the 1938 WPA Guide to Kansas, showing that our experts and governments and scientists were not always murderous, that our scientists actually perceived facts and used logic at one time in the long-distant dimly remembered past.
The facts, of course, are still the same. Nature doesn't give a flying fuck about our weird apocalyptic suicidal religious cults. Nature just keeps doing the same thing over and over. For a few brief decades, our rulers and scientists understood this fact. For a few brief glorious decades, our rulers and scientists tried to serve humanity.
Now they just kill us. ¶ 4:38 AM
We want dams!
Or if the flood resulted from a defective or broken dam,
Fix the dam!
None of that is heard today.
Instead, we hear only the whimper of a whipped slave:
Please, Master, I know it's all my fault! Please, Master, let me breathe just a little longer! I'll try not to exhale much, Master! Please, O Most Omnipotent Goddess of the Planet[pbuh], allow a few of us to live, if this can be called living!
Aussie blogger Andrew Bolt tells us that this flood is (as always) part of a pattern, that the pattern is (as always) about a third of a century long, and that the 1974 version of this flood did cause a sane response from politicians. For a while. But shortly thereafter, the murderous Iron Fist of the ecoterrorists SMASHED down on Australia, and the plans were abandoned. Some fucking little fish might have been embarrassed by the dam, so the Aussie gov't decided it was better to kill all the people than to embarrass one Holy Sainted Royal Goddamn Motherfucking Fish.
Time to reprint this passage from the 1938 WPA Guide to Kansas, showing that our experts and governments and scientists were not always murderous, that our scientists actually perceived facts and used logic at one time in the long-distant dimly remembered past.
Recent years of almost unprecedented drought have led to the often expressed belief that the climate of Kansas is changing. Geologists and meteorologists, however, point out that weather runs in cycles, the most pronounced being about a third of a century in length. Conditions during a cycle are easily mistaken by laymen for permanent changes. Despite year by year fluctuations in temperature and precipitation, recorded evidence shows that general climatic conditions remain unchanged.
The facts, of course, are still the same. Nature doesn't give a flying fuck about our weird apocalyptic suicidal religious cults. Nature just keeps doing the same thing over and over. For a few brief decades, our rulers and scientists understood this fact. For a few brief glorious decades, our rulers and scientists tried to serve humanity.
Now they just kill us. ¶ 4:38 AM
