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Saturday 29 November 2008

A Voice Said

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FRAGMENT OF A LOST POEM

O the clear moment, when from the mouth
A word flies, current immediately
Among friends; or when a loving gift astounds
As the identical wish nearest the heart;
Or when a stone, volleyed in sudden danger,
Strikes the rabid beast full on the snout!

Moments in never....
Robert Graves

A Question a poem by Robert Frost

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
Robert Frost



If in the silent echo, he stood out, interlocking streets, shadows of the trees everywhere, he dreaded the silence but he dreaded his own dysfunction even more. Come on, buck up, the voice said, but the rhythms were the same, lost, lost, things undone, parties unattended, all kept in silence, fragments of lyricism, a quiet time. He could hear the sound of his unfortunate rooster, the crows drifting across the Paddington terraces, the handsome beast calling for his mate. But there were none. He thought he could find solace in the bars. There was none. Shadows flickered, and once again he found himself haunting the corridors of love.

These ancient times, these forgotten moments, had changed everything. But even so, they had been washed away by the torrents of history, the shifting times, events enfolding upon themselves, a network of streets which held invisible answers. These things were not what he meant. Shadows were calling; and he swirled to answer. Come quickly. Hold my hand. He was prepared to give up. He took those marks and he wouldn't answer the door any more. Your adventures, your heart, the ceaseless quest. Looking for love in all the wrong places. The clatter of obsession. The desolation of morn.

It's not right, nothing's right. You can congratulate yourself. They seem like nice kids. But children fly the coop. And there are only difficult people left, Shadowlands, only stern voices and out of control impulses. He could romanticise his own self destruction. He could recover in full swing. He could hear the voices of chaos in far off countries. He could hear the voices of amateur historians, recording history as if they had never existed. But they were the ones who were going to change the world, make it a better place, fairer, more equal distribution of wealth, the rising of the working class. He didn't know the answer.

He came back from his walk and the house was still silent. It was a shadow land indeed. He tiptoed past the bodies in the lounge room, the travelling theatre group, and he made recall of his gifts, he stood in his own backyard and watched the chooks, at odds with their city environment. They made him feel secure, as if nothing could go wrong. He didn't do things he should have done. Parts of the last nonsensical novel were pasted around the walls, trying to establish the proper thread. His guests couldn't make sense of the fragments either. It had become a very crowded world.

He wanted to be in a place that offered solace. He wanted to live peacefully and without conflict. All the acts of bravery would have to be internal. The bright brick colours of the seaside city never matched his interior moods. The sun splashed warmth on white walls, bougainvillea added splashes of colour. His longing for love would never be answered, not now, not ever. He had already lived several lives. There were so many mistakes, drunken nights, smashed days, too many cigarettes. He had neglected his own health and thought he would die soon. Already the gang was beginning to pass.

Ian's suicide attempts and the surrounding events, his behaviour, callous, dismissive, unknown, smashed glasses in the fire place, had destroyed his reputation. Callous, cruel, cold, once they had shouted out the windows of cars at him, murderer. Murderer. He died because of you. And he shuddered and drank and pretended he was in a different world, pretended not to care. A race to the end; and the end was coming for them all. The group disbanded, went their separate ways. Finally the house broke up and eventually it was sold, for a fraction of what it would be worth today. His was a heart full of echoes; and all he wanted was to disappear.



THE BIGGER STORY:

http://www.euronews.net/en/article/29/11/2008/mumbai-attacks-a-blow-by-blow-account/

The carnage in Mumbai began on Wednesday evening as the heavily-armed gunmen arrived on shore in dinghies, possibly launched from an outlying vessel.

At around 21.20 local time there were attacks at a number of tourist locations.

Armed men stormed the Taj Mahal hotel, hurling grenades and shooting at guests.

At the same time, the assault on the Oberoi Trident hotel began and hostages were taken.

The Cama and Albless Hospital was also attacked and two gunmen were killed.

Nariman House, which housed the Jewish Chabad Lubavitch centre, was beseiged.

Leopold’s Cafe, a popular meeting place for foreigners, was stormed and diners sprayed with bullets.

At the city’s Chattrapati Shivaji railway station two attackers opened fire causing mass panic. There were many casualties.

As Thursday dawned, the Indian army was engaged in gunbattles with militants at both hotels. Small groups of guests begin to escape the mayhem.

As gunfire continued, it was announced that Hemant Karkare, head of the anti-terrorism squad, was dead and a group called the “Deccan Mujahedeen” was claiming responsibility.

The army embarked on a room-by-room search at the Taj, but explosions were still being heard at both hotels.

Meanwhile the Indian navy boarded a cargo ship it believed was linked to the violence.

The Indian Prime Minister, Manmohan Singh, addressed the nation, blaming attackers from outside the country and vowing they would not escape.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/30/world/asia/30mumbai.html?bl&ex=1228107600&en=95e0984e8f92cc7c&ei=5087%0A

MUMBAI, India — Death hung over Mumbai on Saturday.

At the end of a three-day standoff with militants amid a gunfight and a blazing fire Saturday at the Taj Mahal Palace & Tower Hotel, the removal of the bodies from the ruins of the 105-year-old landmark began.

At the main city hospital morgue, relatives clutched one another in grief as they went to identify their dead. By midafternoon, the morgue was running out of body bags, and by evening the death toll had risen to 172, a figure that was sure to rise once the dead from the Taj hotel were counted. Funerals went on throughout the day.

As the reckoning began after the siege here, troubling questions arose about whether Indian authorities could have anticipated the attack, taken better security precautions in a city as vulnerable as Mumbai, the country’s financial capital, or crushed the attackers more swiftly.

All the while, tensions swelled between India and Pakistan, where officials insisted that their government had nothing to do with assisting the attackers and promised that they would act swiftly if any connection was found within their country.

Perhaps the most troubling question to emerge Saturday for the Indian authorities was how, if official estimates are accurate, just 10 gunmen could have caused so much carnage and repelled Indian security forces for more than three days in three different buildings.

Melbourne Sun:

A PLANE-LOAD of emotional and exhausted Australians was safe on home soil last night after escaping the terror attacks in Mumbai, which claimed 195 lives.

Hours after the 60-hour terror siege ended, tears flowed at Sydney International Airport as a mercy flight from Mumbai reunited Australians with their distressed families.

There were similar scenes at Melbourne Airport, as desperate Aussies scrambled to get out of the teeming Indian city of Mumbai, which was stormed by up to 40 gunmen three days ago.

The heavily armed, well prepared and highly-trained terrorists carried out the attacks at 10 locations across Mumbai.

Two Australians, Brett Taylor, 49, and Doug Markell, 71, both of Sydney, have been confirmed among the 22 foreign nationals killed.

Two young Queenslanders were injured. The Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade said last night all other Australians had been accounted for.

Reports last night said seven of the terrorists were believed to be British-born Pakistanis. Two of them have been arrested.

The Indian navy was investigating an abandoned trawler carrying a corpse near the coast off Mumbai.

About 40 heavily armed, well prepared and highly-trained terrorists carried out the attacks after storming ashore from inflatable boats on Wednesday evening.

US military intelligence sources suggested the attacks were masterminded by Pakistani militant group, the al-Qaida-linked Lashkar-e-Toiba.

Touching down in Sydney last night, Melbourne couple Matt and Emily Granland told how they had drunk beer in Leopold's Cafe, just days before the violence erupted.

Thursday 27 November 2008

The Great Silence

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It's a Queer Time
Robert Graves

It's hard to know if you're alive or dead
When steel and fire go roaring through your head.

One moment you'll be crouching at your gun
Traversing, mowing heaps down half in fun :
The next, you choke and clutch at your right breast
No time to think leave all and off you go . . .
To Treasure Island where the Spice winds blow,
To lovely groves of mango, quince and lime
Breathe no good-bye, but ho, for the Rest West!
It's a queer time.

You're charging madly at them yeling 'Fag!'
When somehow something gives and your feet drag.
You fall and strike your head; yet feel no pain
And find . . . You're digging tunnels through the hay
In the Big Barn, 'cause it's a rainy day.
O springy hay, and lovely beams to climb!
You're back in the old sailor suit again.
It's a queer time.

Or you'll be dozing safe in your dug-out
A great roar the trench shakes and falls about
You're struggling, gasping, struggling, then . . . hullo!
Elsie comes tripping gaily down the trench,
Hanky to nose -- theat lyddite makes a stench
Getting her pinafore all over grime.
Funny! because she died ten years ago!
It's a queer time.

The trouble is, things happen much too quick;
Up jump the Boshes, rifles thump and click,
You stagger, and the whole scene fades away:
Even good Christians don't like passing straight
From Tipperary or their Hymn of Hate
To Alleluiah-chanting, and the chime
Of golden harps . . . and . . . I'm not well today . . .
It's a queer time.



We were caught in the shadows of a different time. Where the ferry waited at the flooded river. Where we were startled in our youth. At a time before the Great Silence descended. Before he got sick. There were so many imagined buildings, and he could hear the voices and the stories in each of the cubicle rooms. The ivy outside made the house look English. They looked up startled at his invisible presence; could feel something different in the air. He wanted to drape himself in everybody else's life. They could feel his shadow passing.

Without the divine river of alcohol and easy friends, he felt lost. There were always so many divine conspiracies. So much gossip. He was the subject of some of it. Before he became invisible. And sober. And the world didn't seem coloured in anymore. The gift that keeps on giving. From the soaring highs to the massive hangovers to the crushing depression. Keep on giving. Smeared against a wall. He didn't know who we was anymore. Then the feeling passed. Euphorica recall briefly took away perspective. And he pined for oblivion, as he walked past the drunk in the street, jealous of his freedom.

These days, these crucible, difficult days, were to last for quite some time, and came scurrying back often enough. His complete loss. The complete failure of belief. The desperate effort for so desperately little. He wasn't going to remember them this Christmas. There was going to be an agonisingly difficult time, he could feel it in his bones. Always this feeling of dread. But it couldn't have been for nothing. Would I abandon you now; at the end of your luck? He was going to rally. There was always a new dawn. And in simple phrases, simple language, find his heart, be true again; get away from his grimy, infiltrated soul.

We were up to all sorts of nonsense. We really were. Stepping over the bodies in the loungeroom late at night. Doing the dishes in the early hours, wired by excitement. He couldn't be more sure. The dankness had gone. He was going to hear Halleluyah and he was going to see the riot of angels, of colour, of event, of experience. These pasty dreams had gone on long enough. In that empty space. He was sure there was going to be an end. Cruel distinction. Flashes of the bars. How he sometimes longed for them. To be younger. To be someone else. He wasn't the deformed monster anymore, hobbling like a deformed dwarf, drunk, alcoholic, very bitter, very twisted, he wasn't that anymore. But you're going to get me, anyway.

The castles were giant and full of air, with their black chequered floors, etherial cathedrals; and he was able to find them if he so desired. The mistakes were so manifold, manifest, that he didn't know if he could ever climb back. Cruel shadows and a sick tear, the face in the pub house wall, the sneering voices of old queens who knew him when he was younger, slimmer, and the savage betrayal of everything and everyone, Bukowski, Ballard, Burroughs, betrayed by every hallucinatory dream and anguish, fantasy, to come crashing down while walking the fields of the abandoned nursery, picking daffodils for sale later in the day. A happy time.

Briefly, a happy time. Too many times he spent huddled in agony, watching the normal people flash past in their smart cars. That was the greatest disease. He could feel them creeping up now. And all was lost. Again. And he shook his golden locks for the sake of the security cameras. And he took up his old life in the park. Just as he had once watched the homeless with so much interest on his way to and from work, storing them up for future reference. Get out of the gutter and get on with it, he was told in no uncertain terms. The cold shower approach. Before the Great Silence set in like a frost, and he lost all heart.




THE BIGGER STORY:

MUMBAI, India (AP) — At first, waiter Joseph Joy Pulithara thought the blasts were rows of liquor bottles exploding for some reason behind the Mumbai hotel's sleek bar. Running to the scene, he found a woman screaming — and a young man spraying gunfire.

The gunman was a member of a team that was well-armed, well-prepared and had just begun a two-day siege that would shut down India's financial and entertainment capital, leave more than 150 people dead and 370 injured, and turn the city's ritzy seaside district into a scene of horror.

There was almost no time to escape. "Within two minutes, they were on us," Andreina Varagona of Nashville, Tenn., said from her hospital bed in the intensive care unit. Wounded in the right leg and right arm, her curly brown hair was still caked with a friend's blood two days later.

An Indian commando said the attackers were indiscriminate. "Whoever came in front of them, they fired."

There were 10 targets across the city, including two five-star hotels, a train station, a popular restaurant and an ultra-orthodox Jewish center.

Inside the Taj Mahal and the Oberoi hotels, with their hundreds of rooms, the gunmen often seemed to have the advantage.

"These people were very, very familiar with the hotel layouts and it appears they had carried out a survey before," said an unidentified member of India's Marine Commando unit, his face wrapped in a black mask.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/asia/article5254262.ece

Commandos were tonight battling the last gunmen holed up in the Taj Mahal Palace hotel in Bombay as one of the worst terrorist attacks in India’s history reached its bloody endgame.

The diplomatic fallout was just beginning, however, as India laid the blame for the attacks on Pakistan, its neighbour and rival, and an Indian official said that two of the militants were British Pakistanis.

British officials said they were investigating the possibility of such a link but had found no evidence.

India also faced criticism from Israel when five Israeli hostages were found dead inside a Jewish centre after a raid by commandos. An Israeli offer of assistance had been turned down.

Almost 36 hours after the attacks began, commandos from the elite Black Cats special forces unit abseiled on to the roof of Nariman House, one of the terrorists’ three main targets, which contains the Jewish centre.

Hopes of a swift and successful conclusion to the hostage crisis inside were dashed when three of those being held were killed as the commandos launched their raid with stun grenades and gunfire. Two more died as the forces tried to force their way on to the third and fourth floors, according to commandos’ leader.

Indian police said they had also taken control of the Oberoi hotel, killing two militants and freeing 143 people inside, mostly foreigners.

Their operations were tonight focused on the last one, or possibly two, militants who were moving between floors in the Taj, possibly with hostages.

India blamed Pakistan for the assault on its financial capital, in which at least 130 people, including 19 foreigners, died and 370 more were injured. “Preliminary evidence indicates elements with links to Pakistan are involved,” Pranab Mukherjee, India’s Foreign Minister, said.



http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24724306-12377,00.html

INDIAN commandos were battling to end an assault on Mumbai by suspected Pakistan-based Islamic militants that has left up to 155 dead, among them foreign hostages.

Security forces were fighting it out inside the city's historic Taj Mahal hotel, where a tiny group of heavily armed gunmen where engaged in a fight to the death as the more than 52-hour-old battle entered its final stage.

Earlier, elite troops abseiled from helicopters and stormed a Mumbai Jewish centre and killed two gunmen - only to find five dead Israeli hostages, including a US-based rabbi and his wife.

National Security Guard chief J.K. Dutt said the captives had been murdered by the gunmen during the commando assault.

The other five-star hotel that was attacked - the Oberoi-Trident - was declared clear of militants, with scores of trapped guests rescued and 24 bodies found.

"They were the kind of people with no remorse - anybody and whomsoever came in front of them they fired," an Indian commando leader said of the young gunmen who slipped into India's economic capital on Thursday morning (Australian time).

"We could have got those terrorists but for so many hotel guests," he said.

Indian media reports said up to 155 people were dead and 327 others wounded. Nine militants were confirmed dead and one captured.

Wednesday 26 November 2008

Barbarians At The Gate

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The Drunken Fisherman

Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout
Rose to my bait. They flopped about
My canvas creel until the moth
Corrupted its unstable cloth.

A calendar to tell the day;
A handkerchief to wave away
The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm
Pouching a bottle in one arm;
A whiskey bottle full of worms;
And bedroom slacks: are these fit terms
To mete the worm whose molten rage
Boils in the belly of old age?

Once fishing was a rabbit's foot--
O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot,
Let suns stay in or suns step out:
Life danced a jig on the sperm-whale's spout--
The fisher's fluent and obscene
Catches kept his conscience clean.
Children, the raging memory drools
Over the glory of past pools.

Now the hot river, ebbing, hauls
Its bloody waters into holes;
A grain of sand inside my shoe
Mimics the moon that might undo
Man and Creation too; remorse,
Stinking, has puddled up its source;
Here tantrums thrash to a whale's rage.
This is the pot-hole of old age.

Is there no way to cast my hook
Out of this dynamited brook?
The Fisher's sons must cast about
When shallow waters peter out.
I will catch Christ with a greased worm,
And when the Prince of Darkness stalks
My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . .
On water the Man-Fisher walks.

Robert Lowell



Oh if only we could find the answer, if only the sheets of light held solutions, but he was disturbed and there was no way out. I come slithering through the dark. I make enemies on the way. I dedicate life to the Word, and find no solution. These random, chaotic thoughts plagued him; but in the record of peak moments there was no backing out. We are destined. He rang Colin, his old friend from the 1970s, surprised once again to hear his chirpy voice. Hello love. I'm thinking of interviewing people your age; nobody knows what happened back then, the doctor said. He laughed. No they don't.

They most certainly don't. Our blizzard was too strong for the human frame. High above the clouds, he could see the crystals dancing. It would have been beautiful if it had not been so frightening. If you think you're life will make a story, it won't. If you're thinking of recording your adventures, don't. Everything must remain anonymous. Do not admit guilt. The forces of self righteousness have never been stronger. How we used to long for a left wing government. All would be well then, all the hypocrisy and brutality and unfashionable views would be gone.

But instead there is an even more brutal, more hypocritical world view. The left don't hesitate to manipulate public opinion to their own advantage, to what they see as the greater good. Truth is even more irrelevant to the left than it is to the right. Eight out of ten they've given Rudd for his first year as Prime Minister. I'm living in a parallel universe, my mate Steve at the cafe says, if that was eight out of ten. Steve's the token conservative in the country's most left wing precinct. We exchange rapid fire views at our own Table of Knowledge.

They're not intended to deceive, but only a few have the bigger picture. The hysterical dishonesty and man bashing of the domestic violence industry makes me sick to the soul. Why am I the only one that cares? Well one of only a few, as a blizzard of propaganda hits the airwaves, double page spreads in the Sydney Morning Herald of convenient victims. All men are brutes, violent patriarchs. You can see the answer to the inquiries already; more male bashing, more lambs to the slaughter, more vicious hypocrisy. That was it, the dark ages, he couldn't be more pissed.

What is this world, now, where group think is the only think? Where sceptics are derided, where independent thought is ridiculed? Why are they so ridiculously dishonest? Why can no one see through this wall of garbage? Impenetrable? I don't think so. Sheet after sheet of vacuous crap; if it's not happening to you don't care. Useful fools, ignorant fools, willing fools, they regurgitate the propaganda of the left as if it really was news; as if these fashionable shibboleths really did exist. And any one who didn't think so was very unfashionable indeed; barbarians at the gate.

Fools come marching, waving spears, shouts at the gate. The excited, colourful babble was confusing to the sight, he couldn't work out who was who; why they were waving their spears. He could smell the smell of the humans even far off. They shouldn't be here, he thought; they shouldn't be polluting this place. But the answers were contained in a different place. He wasn't going to be exhausted by these impracticalities. He smiled; and he heard the clashing of metal and the confused shouts; and remembered now where it all came from, the expression, barbarians at the gate. The trouble was, in all the modern twists and propaganda, it was the individual thinkers who had been portrayed as the barbarians; and there was no way back or out; to a decent, more honest place.




THE BIGGER STORY:

http://www.skynews.com.au/politics/article.aspx?id=281758

Oppn takes on Rudd government over budget
Updated: 05:28, Thursday November 27, 2008

The Coalition is battering the federal government over its admission that it may have to send the budget into deficit to deal with the economic crisis and its accelerating social costs.

Opposition finance spokesman Joe Hockey says he wants to know why the government is ready to to run a budget deficit when it's forecasting an additional two billion dollar in tax income.

And Opposition treasury spokeswoman Julie Bishop is questioning why the government can't keep the budget in surplus, given expected interest rate cuts and an estimated economic growth of two per cent.

But federal treasurer Wayne Swan says it would be irresponsible not to go into deficit if the economy and jobs are at risk.

His stance followed Prime Minister Kevin Rudd's statement to parliament yesterday that the budget may have to go into a temporary deficit to counter the effects of the global financial crisis.

To make things worse, a seniors' group is warning falling company dividends will force thousands of self-funded retirees onto the government pension and it says Canberra must stick to its promise to reform the aged pension, even it it means sending the budget into deficit.

http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/story/0,26278,24713525-10229,00.html

GORDON Ramsay has apologised to his wife Tana after admitting he met his alleged mistress at least four times.

The couple have now made a pact to keep their marriage together as they brace for more accusations in the coming days.

"I'm so sorry I've put Tana through this," Ramsay told a friend who was quoted in Britain's Mirror newspaper last night.

"I've apologised to her and feel absolutely dreadful. I feel I've been a fool. She really doesn't deserve all this grief."

The F Word and Hell's Kitchen star, 42, has been accused of having a seven-year affair with Sarah Symonds, the author of a book for mistresses.

Ms Symonds, 38, has declined to comment but there were claims yesterday that Britain's News of the World paid her as much as $238,000 for the sting on Ramsay in which he was caught leaving a hotel with her last week.

She was believed to be holed up in a hotel with the paper's representatives and further claims were expected this weekend.

The scandal is showing no signs of disappearing. One report called Ms Symonds a "sex crazed tiger" after a former lover came forward and detailed his bedroom experiences.

Former bouncer Mark Mendelssohn said he had once had sex with her nine times in seven hours.

"I was scared. I could barely walk out of the place," he said.

Ramsay and wife Tana, 33, who have four children, were said to have had a "heart-to-heart" over the crisis at their $9 million south London home yesterday.

"Gordon was honest with Tana," the friend told The Mirror.

http://www.paradisepost.com/opinion/ci_11065860

The number of global warming skeptics is expanding, largely because new data shows temperatures are not going up, but rather, " they're coming down!"

For instance, on Sept. 5 scientists in Southern Brazil reported, " their heaviest snowfalls ever! They are entering what has turned out to be their coldest September
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in a century." It seems something called the, "Pacific Decadal Oscillation" has a lot to do with these phenomena.

This information comes from Brazilian Climatologist, Eugene Hackbart. He says, "El Niño's produce warmer climates, while El Nina's produce cooler climates."

Hackbart further points out periods of solar inactivity known as "solar minimums" magnify cold spells on the South American continent. According to Gunter, American scientist, Dr. Craig Locehle, who conducts modeling on global climate change, confirmed the findings, " the so-called Medieval Warm Period of about 1,000 years ago did in fact exist and was even warmer than 20th century temperatures."

New research confirms the warm period of 1,000 years ago produced temperatures higher than today's temperatures. The conclusion, confirmed by tree rings, lake and ocean floor sediment, ice cores, and early records written on climate, particularly in Northern Europe. Remember, there were no vehicles to create tons of hydrocarbons at that time.

This was the period when Leif Erickson and other Danish seafaring adventurers, discovered Greenland, Iceland, and Vineland, which is now part of Canada and the north eastern tip of the United States.

Gunter claims supporters of the Kyoto conference, which forecast global warming as a "threat" to our existence, had to bury information on the Medieval Warm Period in order to obtain credibility. That's a serious accusation.

Western Washington University geologist, Don Easterbrook says today's warm temperatures will drop, and we will enter a period of "global cooling," as the Sun enters a particularly inactive phase."

In addition, Easterbrook says he's studied temperatures and climate back 400 years and has found, "an almost exact correlation between climate fluctuations and solar energy received on Earth."

He believes there is virtually no correlation with increased hydrocarbons in the atmosphere and global warming (sometimes referred to as "climate change," a term now used by the press).

Also involved in this research are scientists, Dr. David Douglass of the University of Rochester and Dr. John Christy of the University of Alabama at Huntsville. Last month they dealt global warming enthusiasts a stunning blow when they produced data that shows hydrocarbons produced by humans are not behind any warming of the Earth's atmosphere.

In a joint statement the two scientists concluded, " variations in global temperatures since 1978 cannot be attributed to carbon dioxide." These two scientists have been working together to produce a paper using data from weather satellites. They reportedly measured 300,000 temperature readings around the globe, and conceded our hydrocarbons may have a "slight impact, (but) variations in global temperatures since 1978 cannot be attributed to carbon dioxide."

In addition, their chart shows rising temperatures beginning in 1979 - have all but disappeared, largely due to reduced solar activity. Now, you would think the press would report on these investigations to balance what appears to be propaganda from the pro-global warming crowd including Gore, but it's not happening.

Gore has been silent about, climate change lately and the press certainly is not picking up on it either. Their silence is deafening! A growing database is showing exaggerated global warming fears in an effort to scare the public.

The press is not printing stories on accusations that Gore, along with social engineers on college campuses, may have reacted too quickly to early reports of climate change.

Monday 24 November 2008

Smeared Against The Wall

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Nautilus Island's hermit
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;
her sheep still graze above the sea.
Her son's a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village;
she's in her dotage.

Thirsting for
the hierarchic privacy
of Queen Victoria's century
she buys up all
the eyesores facing her shore,
and lets them fall.

The season's ill--
we've lost our summer millionaire,
who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean
catalogue. His nine-knot yawl
was auctioned off to lobstermen.
A red fox stain covers Blue Hill.

And now our fairy
decorator brightens his shop for fall;
his fishnet's filled with orange cork,
orange, his cobbler's bench and awl;
there is no money in his work,
he'd rather marry.

One dark night,
my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;
I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down,
they lay together, hull to hull,
where the graveyard shelves on the town....
My mind's not right.

A car radio bleats,
"Love, O careless Love...." I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
as if my hand were at its throat...
I myself am hell;
nobody's here--

only skunks, that search
in the moonlight for a bite to eat.
They march on their solves up Main Street:
white stripes, moonstruck eyes' red fire
under the chalk-dry and spar spire
of the Trinitarian Church.

I stand on top
of our back steps and breathe the rich air--
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail.
She jabs her wedge-head in a cup
of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,
and will not scare.

Robert Lowell Skunk Hour



We were there, in the final reaches, in the final dawn, at the end of days. Foreign images batter our eyelids. All else is lost. He was in memory, in dawn, in dusk, and his spirit rose flapping to embrace another place, and they sneered in their bourgeoise comfort zones at the street crazies, the would-be poets, at the unwritten stanzas and the forlorn hopes. An entire generation just disappeared, lost, seeping back into the general population, early deaths. These memories all that is left. Now we are in a different time. Amidst the hatred of men. The sneering age.

He knew the streets had been side-smeared, as if the posts had been planted from another time and various walls, sheets of reality, had been pushed into this world from a malignant place, sheets of grey. This displaced sense was all that was left. He was on borrowed time. So many mistakes, he cringed. They laughed. It was a point in life that he wanted to ignore, stepping fast. Everyone else progressed around him. That sad Christmas, that terrible time. He hadn't learnt to stop thinking, not yet, and every moment was a terrible assault. The cat story hadn't happened yet.

He heard the stories of desperation. The tranny who so wanted to die so much she reached down and picked up used syringes off the streets of Kings Cross, jabbing them into herself. Lying fragile in a hospital bed, pining to make friends with the hospital nurse, it was too late to regret what she had done, that she was dying. Too late to think about what was really happening. Too late to wonder why it was he wanted to join her, why the grey smudges that were blocking out his vision were so frightening.

There were other things that could be done, other forms of consciousness, but he couldn't find the escape route. He didn't know how to feel different. He could imagine himself, the deranged transexual, her make up completely awry, tears unaccountably flowing down her hagged face; and seeing the syringe lying on the ground, the bead of blood inside. What had it been, heroin, speed? Which of the local scumbags had used it? Were they sick, infected, already dying? She reached down and picked it up off the grimy pavement; shouted, an incomprehensible noise, and plunged it into her thigh.

She wanted to die, she wanted to escape, she just wanted to stop her cruel head. Tshere was no other way, no other life. Hello happy, her local shop keeper would say, sending her up for her melancholy stance, before she was dressed for the day, before the makeup was on, before she was shrieking "Daaaahhhling!!" in the bars, downing drinks, entertaining everyone. They didn't know how utterly forlorn she felt inside. They thought she really was fabulous, that their own self doubts could be cured if only they were more like her.

But she had got hopelessly drunk for a month and the bastards at Les Girls had sacked her. So much for all she had done for them over all those years. She had helped to build the place, was the place. And now they had dumped her. And she was broke and humiliated. Many of her friends were already sick from the new disease called Aids. Robbie, her only love, was already in hospice, a living skeleton. She wanted to join him, to follow his path. She wanted to find a world of great love, of triumph, of blessing; a place where she was normal and the pain was gone. And so she picked up the used syringe on the pavement; and plunged it into herself. Her shout died quickly in the muffled echoe of the surrounding buildings; she wiped away the tears, streaking her mascara. Where the hell was she going to get enough money for another drink?




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The Creeping Fascism of Global Warming Hysteria
Man-made orthodoxy is a dogma of coercion, bias, and junk science
Paul Joseph Watson
Prison Planet
Tuesday, February 13, 2007

The hoax of the doctrine of man-made global warming that is being foisted upon the world by decree, and the junk science that is manipulated to support it, represents a creeping fascism whose agenda to stifle open debate betrays the fact that climate change hysteria is a farce intended to crush freedoms and further centralize global power.

In an interview with a Czech newspaper, Vaclav Klaus, the President of the Czech Republic blamed the "whip of political correctness" for preventing more scientists and statesmen from going public with their skepticism on man-made global warming. This is precisely what we have arrived at, in a bizarre vacuum of common sense and without any attribution, the establishment and the controlled left have managed to squash reasoned two-sided debate about global warming by coating their argument with the nebulous claim that expressing disagreement is somehow bigoted, backward and even racist.

The very fact that the man-made advocates have to introduce such a far distant concept as race into a debate about scientific climate change makes it self-evident that their argument is inherently weak and vulnerable.

In an article we published in November about global warming being primarily caused by the sun, we commented somewhat tongue in cheek that people who express doubts about global warming would soon be compared to holocaust deniers by the media and other self-appointed cultural kingpins who demand total adherence to orthodox religion style beliefs about climate change.

Here's what we wrote:

The assertion that global warming is man made is so oppressively enforced upon popular opinion, especially in Europe, that expressing a scintilla of doubt is akin to holocaust denial in some cases. Such is the insipid brainwashing that has taken place via television, newspapers and exalted talking heads - global warming skeptics are forced to wear the metaphoric yellow star and only discuss their doubts in hushed tones and conciliatory frameworks, or be cat-called, harangued and jeered by an army of do-gooders who righteously believe they are rescuing mother earth by recycling a wine bottle or putting their paper in a separate trash can.

It's not longer a joke.

The Boston Globe's Ellen Goodman wrote an op-ed last week denouncing anyone who dares dissent against the God-like authoritative status of the IPCC UN report on climate change.

I would like to say we're at a point where global warming is impossible to deny. Let's just say that global warming deniers are now on a par with Holocaust deniers, though one denies the past and the other denies the present and future.

This assault betrays what's at the heart of the global warming agenda - a cadre of control freaks who can't respond to the overwhelming evidence that the Sun and other long term natural cycles are responsible for climate change and thus have to resort to vile propagandistic personality attacks to sway the court of public opinion.

During a debate on the BBC's Question Time program, a panelist's appeal for viewers to simply look at both sides of the argument and consider other causes besides the man-made explanation was met with boos and cat-calls from the audience and the speaker was shouted down. It's now treated as sacrilegious to even question the force fed dogma that leads the automatons to endlessly repeat what has been brainwashed into them by the establishment media like a broken record.

"We can't afford to have this debate," they scream, arguing that the end is nigh and unbelievers need to be metaphorically burned at the stake of public opinion in the interests of human survival.

But for those with memories and the nerve to actually think for themselves, the climate doomsayers have been proven wrong throughout the decades. In the late 60's and early 70's, the in-vogue hysteria about climate change and how it spelled the end for humanity as we know it revolved around the concept of global cooling. Again, this arose out of a misunderstanding of long term temperature fluctuations and the fact that the earth was at the end of the cycle of the Little Ice Age.

Writer John Bender has done an excellent job of compiling quotes from environmental "authorities" of past decades who told us that the sky was falling yet have been completely discredited with hindsight. Keep these dire proclamations in mind when you hear yet another "repeater" regurgitate the brainwashing that he or she has been indoctrinated with by the establishment.

The continued rapid cooling of the earth since WWII is in accord with the increase in global air pollution associated with industrialization, mechanization, urbanization and exploding population. -- Reid Bryson, "Global Ecology; Readings towards a rational strategy for Man", (1971)

The battle to feed humanity is over. In the 1970s, the world will undergo famines. Hundreds of millions of people are going to starve to death in spite of any crash programs embarked upon now. Population control is the only answer -- Paul Ehrlich - The Population Bomb (1968)

I would take even money that England will not exist in the year 2000 -- Paul Ehrlich in (1969)

In ten years all important animal life in the sea will be extinct. Large areas of coastline will have to be evacuated because of the stench of dead fish. -- Paul Ehrlich, Earth Day (1970)

Before 1985, mankind will enter a genuine age of scarcity . . . in which the accessible supplies of many key minerals will be facing depletion -- Paul Ehrlich in (1976)

This [cooling] trend will reduce agricultural productivity for the rest of the century -- Peter Gwynne, Newsweek 1976

There are ominous signs that the earth's weather patterns have begun to change dramatically and that these changes may portend a drastic decline in food production - with serious political implications for just about every nation on earth. The drop in food production could begin quite soon... The evidence in support of these predictions has now begun to accumulate so massively that meteorologist are hard-pressed to keep up with it. -- Newsweek, April 28, (1975)

This cooling has already killed hundreds of thousands of people. If it continues and no strong action is taken, it will cause world famine, world chaos and world war, and this could all come about before the year 2000. -- Lowell Ponte "The Cooling", 1976
If present trends continue, the world will be about four degrees colder for the global mean temperature in 1990, but eleven degrees colder by the year 2000...This is about twice what it would take to put us in an ice age. -- Kenneth E.F. Watt on air pollution and global cooling, Earth Day (1970)

The IPCC is a political body, not a scientific organization, therefore its proclamation is purely intended at achieving a political agenda. The document they released on February 2 that was devotedly afforded days of intense coverage by the compliant establishment media was a political manifesto based on a scientific undertaking that has not even been completed. How empirical is a "scientific experiment" whose conclusions are announced before tests have even been completed? The document immediately states that the "scientific" research is being edited to conform to the already released political summary.

“Changes (other than grammatical or minor editorial changes) made after acceptance by the Working Group or the Panel shall be those necessary to ensure consistency with the Summary for Policymakers or the Overview Chapter,” states the brief.

The U.N. has confidently announced "case closed" on man-made global warming because they are editing their own uncompleted report to mirror their pre-conceived conclusion. Hardly "independent" is it?

The IPCC report was piggybacked onto a bandwagon of public relations stunts that had nothing to do with the evidence behind global warming but were enough to leave an impression in the mind of the casual viewer that the man-made explanation was a global consensus. These included the Eiffel Tower's lights being turned off for 5 minutes and a ludicrous incident in which British primate expert Jane Goodall imitated the wild call of a tropical chimpanzee.

Czech President Klaus stated, "Global warming is a false myth and every serious person and scientist says so. It is not fair to refer to the U.N. panel. IPCC is not a scientific institution: it's a political body, a sort of non-government organization of green flavor. It's neither a forum of neutral scientists nor a balanced group of scientists. These people are politicized scientists who arrive there with a one-sided opinion and a one-sided assignment."

Man-made advocates go to great lengths to highlight the fact that transnational oil giants such as Exxon-Mobil offer thousands of dollars for reports aimed at disproving the UN theory, claiming this taints any opposing viewpoint as biased, and yet conveniently ignore the fact that it was the U.N. itself and Ted Turner, a man-made devotee and advocate of drastic population reduction to save the planet, who gifted the organization $1 Billion which in part funded the IPCC report. Is that not biased? Is that not a example of scientists being lavishly bankrolled to produce evidence that fits a pre-conceived outcome? Is the fact that a carbon tax fueled by fear of climate change that will go directly to assorted U.N. agencies itself a commentary on the U.N.'s role on hyping man-made global warming?

In addition, Greenpeace are recruiting "global warming field organizer's" whose job it is to lobby members of Congress to push the agenda for man-made global warming. So if you thought your donation was going to help save whales or protect the rainforest you're sorely mistaken - it's partly funding a PR assault that will eventually orbit right back to you in the form of a draconian carbon emissions tax that will do nothing to prevent global warming but will fill the pockets of global government and the U.N.

Not all scientists were prepared to sacrifice their impartiality to be in on the scam. Dr. Chris Landsea resigned from the IPCC in his own words because, “I personally cannot in good faith continue to contribute to a process that I view as both being motivated by pre-conceived agendas and being scientifically unsound.”

Landsea is one of many climate experts, meteorologists, geologists and others who have braved the scorn of the flat-earthers to point out that man-made advocates have utilized myopic and blinkered scientific trickery to make their case.

Wednesday 19 November 2008

The Floating World

*



My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise,
a captive as Racine, the man of craft,
drawn through his maze of iron composition
by the incomparable wandering voice of Phèdre.
When I was troubled in mind, you made for my body
caught in its hangman's-knot of sinking lines,
the glassy bowing and scraping of my will. . . .
I have sat and listened to too many
words of the collaborating muse,
and plotted perhaps too freely with my life,
not avoiding injury to others,
not avoiding injury to myself--
to ask compassion . . . this book, half fiction,
an eelnet made by man for the eel fighting

my eyes have seen what my hand did.

Dolphin
Robert Lowell



Caught in the shadows, in the tiny spaces, there on the streets of past lives, there before the Christmas that never came. It was a terrible time of year. Everyone had gone away on holidays. Everyone that is who had any money to escape the city. Everyone who hadn't pissed everything up against a wall, who weren't walking around the streets with a head full of sad and disconnected thoughts, travelling far, a journey without end, a journey that led him precisely nowhere, back to this same street, these same houses, his abusive, sneering flat mate who spent all of his nights trolling the gay bars of Oxford Street and all of his days boasting about his conquests.

That was it. He would never be able to foresee the future. He didn't know that the gutter awaited. That if he didn't stop drinking and carrying on he would die in Belmore Park, shouting at skyscrapers, a broken man, alcoholic. None of this he understood. He still thought it was all a great adventure, a nice bloke having a rough trot. Between jobs. Between lovers. Between careers and motivation. Certainly between happiness. Nice day if you like that sort of thing was as cheerful as he got. He didn't understand why everyone else wasn't caught up in this brutal, grinding, universal angst. He didn't understand why they smiled happily at each other, embracing in the street.

And he would never understand where it all went wrong. He knew some of the biggest crims in the city. He was their court jester, their poet, recording their secret lives, their furtive dartings, the undertow of threat. He was not in danger, he knew that. His personal camouflage consisted of a shambling, shambolic self. No one could pick the intelligence behind that eccentric form. He shambled through their lives and made himself good company; in receipt of the best drugs in town.

Years later, gainfully employed on the city's leading newspaper The Sydney Morning Herald, he returned to that same street, Paddington Street, Paddington, to the same set of houses. Then it was a crazy story about a cat that wouldn't die. The woman who owned the house had died and in her will had insisted that the house not be sold for the life of her beloved cat; and that the boarder could continue to live rent free in return for feeding and caring for her beloved animal. This arrangement lasted about as long as it took for the greedy relatives to think of a way around it.

They trapped the cat and sent it to an animal refuge. As part of the story we had to photograph the dam cat in the animal refuge, surrounded by other old cats living out their lives on the bequests of their owners. And he paced up and down the same street where he had been so unhappy, unformed, suffering at the derision of yet another bitch. The giant terraces underneath looming elm trees looked much the same from the outside, despite the frenzy of renovating that had transformed their interiors.

He was in shadow, strung together by glue. Only he knew the story of the cat on which an entire inheritance had hung; the devious machinations of the greedy relatives to get rid of the spoilt, spitting black and white ball of fluff. Only he knew how desolate he had felt that Christmas, way back then, way back when, how the streets merged into a universal grey; how the cat had got on the front page and his fame, or notoriety, had spiralled briefly higher. None of these things mattered any more. The bitch had long ago disappeared from Sydney, to die with a lover in an AIDS plagued affair, to live out his final days in sick misery, clinging to the good times to the very end.

Each time he drove through Paddington he avoided Paddington Street. The trees were larger still, shrouding it in shadow, the houses even more renovated and considerably more expensive than before. And his memory of the bitch and the cat their last reflections in the floating world. He chose not to bring them back to life, not if it could be avoided.





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Obama promises leadership on climate change

By LIZ SIDOTI – 22 hours ago

WASHINGTON (AP) — Calling climate change an urgent challenge, President-elect Barack Obama promised Tuesday that Washington would take a leading role in combating it in the United States and throughout the world. "My presidency will mark a new chapter in America's leadership on climate change," Obama said in a video message to governors and others attending a Los Angeles summit on the issue.

In the roughly four-minute message, Obama reiterated his support for a cap-and-trade system approach to cutting green house gases. He would establish annual targets to reduce emissions to their 1990 levels by 2020 and reduce them another 80 percent by 2050. Obama also promoted anew his proposal to invest $15 billion each year to support private sector efforts toward clean energy.

President Bush has been criticized for failing to do enough to combat climate change and Obama has promised quick action to address the issue. He may have to start tackling the issue through administrative actions, given that leaders in the Democratic-controlled Congress have indicated that they aren't likely to act until 2010 on a bill to limit the heat-trapping gases blamed for global warming.

At a news conference Tuesday, a coalition called the U.S. Climate Action Partnership — made up of 32 leading corporations, including electric utilities and oil companies, and environmental groups — urged Obama to press Congress to approve legislation next year for a mandatory cap-and-trade system to limit the release of carbon dioxide from burning fossil fuels and other greenhouse gases. Opponents of such action argue controls on carbon dioxide emissions will increase energy costs.

Under a cap-and-trade program, the government would establish a ceiling on the amount of carbon dioxide that can be released into the air from burning fossil fuels. A utility or industrial plant would have to purchase emission allowances for every ton of pollution released. Anyone who exceeds the cap must either make pollution reductions or buy additional allowances, while those who cut emissions below the cap would be able to sell allowances. Initially the cap would be relatively high and then be lowered gradually to achieve the targeted pollution reductions.

http://www.spacedaily.com/2006/081119171128.moufx8ea.html

Climate change is fading as a priority in the Pacific Rim as the gloomy state of the global economy takes precedence, a survey of opinion leaders showed Wednesday.

The Pacific Economic Cooperation Council, a non-governmental group, released an annual survey of leaders in government, business and media ahead of a summit in Peru of 21 Asia-Pacific leaders.

Twenty-four percent of some 400 opinion leaders surveyed said the top priority for Asia-Pacific leaders should be addressing the US-bred financial crisis, far outweighing other issues.

Last year, the top priority was reviving stalled global trade negotiations, at 12 percent, but climate change came close at eight percent. Global warming did not even figure among the top priorities this year.

"We've been swamped by bad economic news and you don't have to look at our survey results alone to see that the interest and focus on climate change has dissipated somewhat," said Yuen Pau Woo, co-author of the report.

"You see the same shift in focus in the public away from climate change questions to questions of economic survival and growth," said Woo, president of the Asia Pacific Foundation of Canada.

The survey was released a day after US president-elect Barack Obama pledged to engage the world on climate change, which UN scientists warn threatens extinction for many species by the end of the century.

George W. Bush, the outgoing president, was the industrialized world's main holdout from the Kyoto Protocol, arguing that mandatory cuts in carbon emissions blamed for global warming were too costly for the US economy.

The survey also found that 78 percent of opinion leaders predicted the United States would suffer much weaker growth in the coming year and that a US recession was the main risk for the region.

http://www.climatechangefraud.com/content/view/2756/218/

Freeman Dyson Debunks Dire Forecasts on Global Warming and Other Tenets
Written by Ellen Gilbert, Town Topics
Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Freeman Dyson gets around. Last Wednesday, for example, the 85-year-old “retired” physicist regaled a lunchtime audience at the Nassau Club with his “heretical” ideas about global warming. Just a few hours later he could be found once again sharing his thoughts on global warming, as well as on intelligent design, nuclear warfare, extraterrestrial life, and HAR-1 (a DNA component that distinguishes human beings from other animals) with a standing-room-only crowd at Labyrinth Books.

Mr. Dyson’s credentials are venerable: the British-born scholar received a BA from the University of Cambridge in 1945, and was, from 1953 until his retirement in 1994, a physics professor at the Institute for Advanced Study. The absence of a PhD in his resume has been more than compensated for by the 21 honorary degrees he has received over the years.

He seems happiest, however, when he is working at being the rebel, and indeed, one of his books, a compilation of essays published earlier in The New York Review of Books, is called The Scientist as Rebel. Wearing an effusively-colored tie that set off his gray suit, Mr. Dyson began his talk at the Nassau Club by encouraging the audience to interrupt him as he spoke, since, he declared, “it’s much more fun to have an argument than do a monologue.”

In the absence of audience interruptions, Mr. Dyson had an argument anyway with the scores of people (like Al Gore) who weren’t present to defend their belief in the dire consequences of global warming. (“There’s no accounting for human folly,” Mr. Dyson said when asked about Mr. Gore’s Nobel Prize.) Saying that on a recent trip he and his wife found Greenlanders to be delighted with their warmer climate and increased tourism, Mr. Dyson suggested that representing “local warming by a global average is misleading.” In his comments at both the Nassau Club and Labyrinth, he decried the use of computer modeling to make “tremendously dogmatic” predictions about worldwide trends, without acknowledging the “messy, muddy real world” and the non-climatic effects of increased carbon dioxide. “There is no substitute for widely-conducted field operations over a long time,” he told the Nassau Club audience, citing the “enormous gaps in knowledge and sparseness of observation” that characterize the work of global warming experts.

Mr. Dyson’s fearless commentary continued later at Labyrinth, where, standing for over an hour and without a microphone, he delighted a full house by declaring the existence of 10,000 string theorists to be “sociologically dangerous” (“one thousand would be enough”), and balked at an audience member’s query about what he would do with a $700 billion grant. “When science gets rich it becomes political,” he observed. As an example of the most expensive efforts not necessarily being the most worthwhile, he pointed to CERN’s Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, the subject of much recent attention, noting that it was designed to identify only certain particles, losing much potentially interesting information in the process. “The important things are the ones you don’t expect,” he noted.




Sorghum crops near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia.

Tuesday 18 November 2008

Merry Christmas Mr President

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Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath



One Christmas too early, one street too late, he never knew, as it approached the festive season, exactly what to do. They had been the only kids on their street who didn't celebrate Christmas. It was the undertow of depression that was killing him. The mistakes. The desire to start again. He remembered, he would always remember, that last Christmas before his mother converted to a fundamentalist Christian sect, a group which regarded Christmas as a pagan ritual to be avoided. Their house, the literature thrust in front of him, was full of talk of the Roman Sun God and times of the year, a harvest of plenty, pagan, primitive beats. Far off the Beatles were screaming.

Their mother decided to make up for all the Christmases that weren't to come. All that standing in the playground while the rest of the kids did scripture class. The playground that stretched forever, past the gates, down past the swings and the giant gum trees, over the secret catacombs where naked men hid in the misty steam and water dripped from ancient rocks, the catacombs only he could see. There were presents galore, that final Christmas. Their father was away, thankfully, and there must have been twenty little parcels between him and his brother. There was never much money, and the presents weren't all exactly grand, little cheap toys wrapped in colourful paper, but their excitement was boundless.

They were down the dead end in the screeching heat, showing off their new scooters. They were racing down the steep unfinished driveway that had seen so many grazed shins. They were happy, briefly, away from their parents. Just as he would be happy in the future when he got away from the ceaseless, shameless pounding of propaganda from the government, even just for a brief respite. Turn off everything, television, radio, don't read newspapers. Find a space where the truth lies. Find peace. And back then, in the cicada filled heat, lay moments of running through the cheap heat, moments when he wasn't being beaten, moments when the mystery of the neighbours filled his soul and they collected tadpoles in the puddles along the side of Wallamutta Road.

All that they said, all that they had been, was caught up in the rising air. The next year there were no presents at all. Christmas was the work of the devil, their mother explained, although they were unconvinced. And thus it was all those years later, bruises up and down his arms, he wandered the streets of Sydney's inner-city suburb of Paddington and peered in at houses where people were clearly celebrating, laughed, almost, at the excited children on their new bikes, in the days when children could still ride the streets of Paddington without fear of being molested.

He looked into those houses and it only reinforced the desert of his own life, no family, no children, no Christmas parties, just days that rolled over each other and made him feel even lonelier still, while everyone around celebrated Yule tide. The mistletoe went up in their local pub. The bright red berries were meant to add good cheer. He approached it all without knowledge. Images of Sun Gods and pagan festivals still plagued him. How could all these Christians get everything so wrong? How could the left promote so much ridiculous propaganda, such ridiculous views of the world, and get away with it?

All in sixties derived beliefs in the humanity of man, the decency of the working class, the power of the proletariat, the importance of being open-minded and tolerant, of embracing our inner-hippy, all of it faded into a gut feeling of dread as he paced the Paddington streets. There are rumours. There are decaying moments. But here, as he walked past the homes of normal people, watched the fathers with their children monitoring the first bike ride, giving gentle advice, their loving wife, the loving mother, inside their smart, expensive homes, he could only wonder why he had been abandoned by God; after all he had sought so hard. But he had been abandoned; as he made his way back to his share house; as he tried to muster a mask for the occasion. Merry Christmas, he said, as he walked past another happy looking parent. Merry Christmas came the response; crossing the divide from a different world.




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Climate Change Minister Penny Wong has hit out at federal Opposition Leader Malcolm Turnbull for failing to stand up to the "climate change deniers" within his party.

Comprehensive economic modelling released by Treasury yesterday painted a rosy picture of how emissions trading will affect the economy and Australians, forecasting that the average household bill will rise by just $7 a week.

The modelling predicted the scheme would barely impact on economic growth and incomes, both of which would continue to grow.

But the opposition has described it as badly flawed because it ignores the global financial meltdown.

Senator Wong told reporters in Sydney today the calls for delay on emissions trading from the opposition were "the next chapter from the climate change deniers who don't want us to take action on climate change".

"These are the same people who prevented Australia from ratifying the Kyoto protocol, these are the same people who preferred not to act on the long-term challenge of climate change," she said.

"They are now asking for further delay because they are simply climate change deniers."

Senator Wong accused Mr Turnbull, who supported the ratification of Kyoto, of being rolled by sceptics within his party.

"This is now down to Malcolm Turnbull ... but he appears unable to stand up to the climate change deniers within his party," she said.

"Malcolm Turnbull knows, just as the government knows, that delay simply increases the costs."

Senator Wong also tried to silence critics who claim the scheme will hurt households and industries already battered by the financial crisis.

"The Rudd government absolutely understands the scale of the financial crisis," she said.

"That's why we took decisive and early action to secure an economic strategy to ensure that the Australian economy was in the best place to withstand the financial crisis.

"But what we do know is that climate change is a long-term challenge and deferring acting is simply going to increase the costs."

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/10/31/2406259.htm?section=australia

Prime Minister Kevin Rudd says the threat of climate change remains as significant as it was before the global financial crisis.

Yesterday the Government released Treasury modelling showing that an emissions trading scheme would have an impact on economic growth of around 0.1 per cent, as well as possibly increasing household energy costs by around $7 per week.

The Opposition has criticised the modelling as flawed because it does not take into account the impact of the recent economic turmoil.

But speaking at a Business Council of Australia dinner in Sydney last night, Mr Rudd said the Government's response to climate change would take into account the needs of both businesses and households.

"Only that kind of response will provide a firm foundation for investment and job creation in the future," he said.

"The challenge of climate change is no less real today than it was before the financial crisis. Addressing climate change is part of laying the foundations for long term economic growth."

http://www.climatechangefraud.com/content/view/2740/218/

Nigel Lawson, chancellor of the Exchequer under Margaret Thatcher, and author of three books--including his essential account of the Thatcher years, The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical--had trouble finding a publisher for his most recent book, An Appeal to Reason, which casts a skeptical eye on global warming.

As he notes in the foreword, one rejection letter suggested that "it would be very difficult to find a wide market" for a book that "flies so much in the face of the prevailing orthodoxy." So while Lawson acknowledges that his contribution to the discussion won't "shake the faith" of global warming's true believers, he's written what is a very informative book for those not yet convinced that Armageddon is our future, absent massive worldwide government action.

Lawson acknowledges up front that while he is not a scientist, neither "are the vast majority of those who pronounce on the matter" of global warming "with far greater certainty." And throughout, he deliberately uses the term "global warming" rather than the "attractively alliterative weasel words, 'climate change,'" and he does so "because the climate changes all the time."

In discussing global warming, Lawson happily takes the road less traveled in making the basic point about the science of global warming being "far from settled," not to mention that scientific truth "is not established by counting heads," as so many advocates of all manner of popular causes would likely prefer. So while Lawson doesn't hide from the fact that the 20th century ended slightly warmer than it began, he reminds readers that there has been no further evidence of global warming since the turn of the century.

Furthermore, news accounts would have us believe that calculating temperature is a foolproof process. But in reality, these calculations include data taken from the former Soviet Union, along with records from less-developed parts of the world. When Lawson checked U.S. temperature records, records thought to be most reliable, he found that only three of the last 12 years are among the warmest on record; 1934 being the warmest year of all. And though the level of carbon dioxide did increase 30% during the 20th century amid a slight warming trend, it's also boomed this century amid a slight cooling.

When we consider the slight warming that materialized during the 20th century, Lawson notes that it's not certain that the majority of it has to do with human activity. In truth, clouds/water vapor are the biggest contributors to the much vaunted "greenhouse effect," but the science of clouds is "one of the least understood aspects of climate science." Importantly, the earth's climate has always been subject to variations unrelated to human industrial activity, the "medieval warm period" of 1,000 years ago having occurred well before industrialization.

Regarding actions we might take, Lawson reminds readers that we need to avoid the kind of panic that could lead to disastrous policies. Indeed, he makes plain that there "is something inherently absurd about the conceit that we can have any useful idea of what the world will look like in a hundred years time," not to mention the other projected calamities expected to occur over 1,000 years from now. If this is doubted, ask yourself how many times weather forecasts meant to predict the next day have proven to be massively incorrect.



Fading murals on walls around Redfern, Sydney, Australia.

Monday 17 November 2008

The Smile Stayed With Him The Whole Day Long

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A dense mass of azure towers thrust from the sloped foundations of the Benevolence relics, fluted and spiralled like the shells of fabulous sea creatures, agleam with gold and silver gilding. A haze of delicate latticed walkways and bridges wrapped itself around the towers of Ymir, with the longer spans reaching from finger to finger. The air spangled with the bright moving motes of vehicles and airborne people, buzzing from tower to tower.

Alastair Reynolds. House of Suns.




If there were memories, if we were chaos driven and not coming from some comfortable suburban alcove, then the sight of the two of them in the street might have touched us. Margie was a well known character in the area. She had a strange chomping motion about her mouth, a pudgy, battered in face, wore second hand clothes and presumably lived somewhere in the midst of the mound of pubic housing nearby. He was not satisfied. Her colour and movement, her story, was just another blimp on the landscape. They struggled to make meaning out of a heartless city, a place of teaming millions, their own stories.

but at the end of the day the traffic still flowed past ceaselessly; and no one could care if they came or went. He said as much to the neighbour who simply said: make waves, make the sun shine, join the crowd. No one would notice if I disappeared either, he said. The kids would. Not even them, he replied. Their mother says she's trained them so they won't notice if I disappear. They mght miss me for a few weeks; and that's it. That's how important we are. The city will fold itself over our snail trails and no one will even know we were here; that's how important we are.

This futility, this sense of unimportance, wasn't just impacting on them; the whole populace was beginning to feel as if they had been dismissed from class; while those who soar, Rudd, Obama, fly higher, become grander, take on measured accounts, dominate the airwaves. Smart suits, smart rhetoric, failed presidents, the pathos of loss, all of this was for another time, another group of personnel. He was shattered. He wanted to be a villager; to be head man or senior eccentric, to have a place in people's hearts.

But no head man could have such a sinking heart. No head man could look with such empathy upon the faces of the battered working classes, queuing defeated at the bus stop each morning, cold, miserable, a long hard day in front of them, their insistence on refuge denied them. The rich always think they deserved it; that all it takes is a bit of hard work and common sense. Persistence. And daddy's trust fund. And shallow hearts and ancient grievances. Cry out. Rescue us. Find dignity in labour. How could anyone be so cruel, so indifferent, to the yearnings of others?

Deeply humbled, they said, not meaning a word of it. Why don't all these wage salves and modern day captives just walk out? Why don't they say enough is enough, let's out. Let's celebrate in the shadows. Let's flee this indifferent place. But they gathered in clots at the bus stop each morning, shivering inside their coats at the early hour, the traffic streaming past down the road leading to the web of factories that made up the industrial suburbs nearby. Glamour, there wasn't an inch of it. They didn't even speak to each other, huddled inside their own misery, as they waited.

He couldn't stand it. He couldn't be sure there was an answer on the other side. But he saw Margie in the street holding hands with a man. He had never seen such a thing before. She had been a lone eccentric in the area for virtually as long as he could remember. The story was she drank, and one day drank one too many; Karsakov syndrome or some such name, and that oine additional drink was enough to turn her brain into
Swiss cheese; and she never came back. She barged into AA meetings around the area; disrupting everyone, shouting at invisible threats; and she was used as a warning by the older sage members; that's what happens if you have one too many, stop now.

He didn't care. He was touched by the sight of her holding hands with her new boyfriend; assuming he was as knocked off as she. And smiled as he ploughed on through the bitterly cold streets; passing group after group of the destined, the dying, the defeated. He looked again; and smiled; as they passed on up the street. And the smile stayed with him the whole day long.




THE BIGGER STORY:

http://www.climatechangefraud.com/content/view/2738/252/

We hear a great deal about ‘dangerous climate change’ from the likes of Al Gore and Nicholas Stern. By contrast, I wish to speak about dangerous ‘Green’ economics.

We forget at our peril that a significant portion of the ‘Green’ movement has striven for over 40 years to undermine the whole of our economic system, and to replace it with a ‘Green’ autocracy that can rule all our lives and decisions. Unfortunately, until the present economic crisis, too many of our bien pensant classes, along with their preferred media, such as the BBC and the New York Times, have been happy to play along with this trope, paying lip service to it intellectually and at dinner parties, if not much in practice. The trope has been reinforced by a legion of sloppy-minded university products from far too many ill-conceived MAs and MScs in development studies and environmental studies.

These forces have worked hard to undermine the economic world by adopting three quite deliberate tactics.

Impossible Externalities

First, they have tried to usurp economic decision-making by inserting a zero, or an infinity, in cost benefits. In other words, they have raised the importance of non-market, often unmeasurable, externalities to the point where you are forced to ignore, or to destroy, market decisions. In doing this, they aim to remove the ability to choose anything other than their ‘Green’ choices.

As The Observer unwittingly illustrates so well today [‘Recycled waste could be stored on MoD bases. Sites are desperately being sought to house the UK’s unwanted mountain of recyclable rubbish’, The Observer, November 15, News, p. 5], a fine example of this is recycling in the UK. There has never been a real market for many ‘recycled’ items, so that much of the process has been driven by ‘moral’ fiat, but, even more significantly, by bureaucratic EU edict. Now that economic realities are biting hard, with collapsing demand for virtually all waste, recyclable or not, the unreality of all this is brutally exposed. As The Observer is forced to report:

“Huge waste mountains could be sited on military bases under emergency plans to protect Britain’s recycling revolution from the economic downturn.

Local authorities have requested government permission to site rubbish dumps on Ministry of Defence land in order to stockpile growing amounts of recyclable waste for which there is no use and no market.”

A moment’s analysis of this comment illustrates the bien pensant - and The Observer is the quintessential bien pensant newspaper - rubbish behind such ‘Green’ economics. The article admits that there is “no use” and “no market” for the waste, but we must still continue the “revolution”, whatever the costs. How can something be “recyclable” if it has no use and no market?

Other noteworthy examples of impossible externalities include a long list of highly dubious ‘ecosystem services’ (nearly always, of course, including trees).

Moreover, the artificiality of carbon trading is palpable, while, in the present economics of crisis, the price of carbon has inevitably plummeted.

http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2008/11/022077.php

NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies, run by global warming alarmist James Hansen, has been a chief source of "data" to support climate hysteria. Repeatedly, though, GISS data have been shown to be flawed, if not fraudulent. Now, it's happened again:

A surreal scientific blunder last week raised a huge question mark about the temperature records that underpin the worldwide alarm over global warming. On Monday, Nasa's Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS), which is run by Al Gore's chief scientific ally, Dr James Hansen, and is one of four bodies responsible for monitoring global temperatures, announced that last month was the hottest October on record.

This was startling. Across the world there were reports of unseasonal snow and plummeting temperatures last month, from the American Great Plains to China, and from the Alps to New Zealand. China's official news agency reported that Tibet had suffered its "worst snowstorm ever". In the US, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration registered 63 local snowfall records and 115 lowest-ever temperatures for the month, and ranked it as only the 70th-warmest October in 114 years.

So what explained the anomaly? GISS's computerised temperature maps seemed to show readings across a large part of Russia had been up to 10 degrees higher than normal. But when expert readers of the two leading warming-sceptic blogs, Watts Up With That and Climate Audit, began detailed analysis of the GISS data they made an astonishing discovery. The reason for the freak figures was that scores of temperature records from Russia and elsewhere were not based on October readings at all. Figures from the previous month had simply been carried over and repeated two months running.

The error was so glaring that when it was reported on the two blogs - run by the US meteorologist Anthony Watts and Steve McIntyre, the Canadian computer analyst who won fame for his expert debunking of the notorious "hockey stick" graph - GISS began hastily revising its figures. This only made the confusion worse because, to compensate for the lowered temperatures in Russia, GISS claimed to have discovered a new "hotspot" in the Arctic - in a month when satellite images were showing Arctic sea-ice recovering so fast from its summer melt that three weeks ago it was 30 per cent more extensive than at the same time last year.

A GISS spokesman lamely explained that the reason for the error in the Russian figures was that they were obtained from another body, and that GISS did not have resources to exercise proper quality control over the data it was supplied with. This is an astonishing admission: the figures published by Dr Hansen's institute are not only one of the four data sets that the UN's Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) relies on to promote its case for global warming, but they are the most widely quoted, since they consistently show higher temperatures than the others.

As the scientific evidence continues to accumulate, it becomes increasingly clear that "global warming" hysteria is based on a combination of bad science and fraud.

http://www.hawaiireporter.com/story.aspx?7724a95d-54f2-403b-abab-db95e878d62a

What, then, might the true cost of an effective cap-and-trade system be?

This question was recently examined in a detailed analysis of the Lieberman-Warner “Climate Security Act” by the American Council for Capital Formation and the National Association of Manufacturers, which concluded as follows –

The CO2 emissions allowance price needed to reduce energy use to meet the Bill’s targets is estimated at $55 to $64 per metric ton of CO2 in 2020, rising to between $227 to $271 per ton in 2030.

The cost of the allowances raises energy prices for residential consumers by 26% to 36% in 2020, and 108% to 146% in 2030 for natural gas, and 28% to 33% in 2020, and 101% to 129% in 2030 for electricity. In short, a workable carbon trading scheme, even if it were necessary, could be expected to double the price of basic household energy.

These and other increased energy costs will slow the US economy (at today’s prices) by $151 billion to $210 billion in 2020 and $631 billion to $669 billion in 2030, causing job losses of between 1.2 million to 1.8 million in 2020 and 3 million to 4 million by 2030. If anything, these figures for job losses are conservative, since the calculation ignores any second-order or “knock-on” effects caused by the rapid and worldwide economic dislocation that “cap-and-trade” would cause.

As manufacturing slows, the value of shipments will fall by 3.2 % to 4% in 2020 under the low and high cost cases; by 2030 the value of shipments will fall by 8.3 % to 8.5% under the two cases. The higher energy costs, lower economic activity and fewer jobs will in turn reduce average household income (at today’s prices) by $739 to $2,927 in 2020 and by between $4,022 and $6,752 in 2030. Here too, the analysis is very much on the conservative side: for the sole consequence of the fatal self-inflicted wound of carbon trading on the economies of the free West will be to transfer manufacturing activity and the jobs that go with it from our own shores to China, where no cap-and-trade system will be put in place, and where the carbon dioxide emitted per unit of electricity generated is far higher than in the West, as is the concomitant particulate pollution. In short, the inevitable consequence of introducing a cap-and-trade system in the West will be to increase the world’s carbon emissions and its pollution, while pointlessly damaging our own economies.

The manufacturers’ analysis, like the “Report”, was performed using computer models, but coming to an opposite result, illustrating that the output of computer models is more likely to reflect the inclinations of their users than to reveal objective reality. If anything, however, the manufacturers’ analysis of the Lieberman-Warner Bill errs very much on the side of understating the true costs of cap-and-trade schemes: for the analysis optimistically assumes that nuclear power will be readily available (notwithstanding the considerable political resistance to it that persists); that carbon capture and storage will be practicable and affordable (though the workability and cost of this technology has not yet been demonstrated); that wind and biomass technologies will work (notwithstanding that no unsubsidized wind-farm is profitable, and that even the UN has now abandoned its earlier recommendation of biofuels because of their significant contribution to the recent, sudden doubling of world food prices); and that low-cost offsets against carbon emissions will be obtainable (though there is no evidence that they will be).

The manufacturers’ analysis also greatly underestimates the profound economic dislocation that will arise from the growing number of proposals to shut down up to 90% of the economies of the West. If any action were required to mitigate carbon dioxide emissions, over and above the inexorably-rising international prices that will mitigate them without the need for any governmental intervention, cap-and-trade would be one of the least efficient methods. Straightforward taxation of gasoline and of electricity would be far simpler.

Why, then, does the “Report” argue for the complex, costly, fraud-prone scheme that is cap-and-trade, rather than for simple, marginal-cost-free increases in energy taxes? The reason is purely political. Precisely because cap-and-trade is so complex, numerous middlemen are involved, each of whom will enrich himself at our expense. Also, energy-producing corporations that would oppose the increased taxation of their product can be persuaded to back cap-and-trade because the opportunities for fraud are so great that the corporations can devise ways of making very substantial profits, again at the expense of the ultimate user – you and me. Private-sector entities that would oppose additional taxation are being bribed, in effect, by the promise that if they ignore the scientific consensus to the effect that “global warming” will not be catastrophic (Schulte, 2008, op. cit.), they will be able to profit from the rigged market in licenses to emit.

The “Report” by the Environmental Defense Fund not only echoes the Stern Report in artificially overstating the climate consequences of anthropogenic influence on the atmosphere, but also in artificially understating the costs of mitigation and artificially evaluating future costs by the use of a discount rate well below that which commercial entities would use: it also makes the naïve and scientifically-unjustifiable assumption that if carbon-based fuels are made more expensive new technologies to produce energy more cheaply will certainly emerge to replace them.

Without this speculative assumption, the entire “Report” collapses. Though it is self-evident that as the price of gasoline and electricity rises the rewards for those able to find or develop alternative sources of energy will correspondingly increase, there is no guarantee that affordable or workable new technologies will emerge to replace the old.

By the same token, one may not definitively assume that the higher carbon-fuel prices that are inevitable regardless of cap-and-trade will not lead to the rapid emergence of new energy technologies capable of replacing fossil fuels as they run to exhaustion. However, the following difficulties in new technologies are apparent:

Wind farms produce very small amounts of electricity, at enormous landscape and environmental cost, particularly to large game birds and to bats killed by the apparently-slow-moving but in fact very fast-moving blades. The variability of the wind requires all rated capacities to be divided by 4-6. Wind farms produce not a milliwatt when the wind is not blowing strongly enough, so that fossil-fueled power stations have to be kept in steam at all times to take up the load when the wind drops. Also, wind farms are chiefly located a long way from where the power they generate is needed, requiring expensive and unsightly transmission lines and causing substantial transmission losses. Worst of all, the load variability caused by wind fluctuations destabilizes any electricity grid to which the wind farms supply power, so that they cannot safely contribute more than a small percentage of total power supply even when the wind is blowing.

Hydro-electric power is already almost as fully developed as it can be: there is little scope worldwide for very large increases in hydro-electric capacity. Hydro power has killed more people per kWh than almost any other form of power generation, largely through the failure of dams.

Wave-power is still in its infancy, but it is already apparent that building wave-power generating sets strong enough to cope with the severe weather at sea will continue to be a severe drawback. Wave-power requires still longer transmission lines than wind-power, since it is by definition an offshore technology: transmission losses, therefore, will be formidable.

Solar power continues to be beset by problems converting solar energy to electrical energy. Though solar cells are steadily improving their efficiency, they are only useful in sunny climates and on a micro-generation scale. Larger solar collectors built in deserts suffer from extremes of temperature, exposure to wind, and sandstorms. Maintenance costs are high; reliability is low; transmission losses are substantial.

Nuclear power, in the post-Chernobyl climate of irrational fear, will not make a comeback soon, though the UK Labor Government, originally implacably opposed, now recommends it. Unless fast-breeder reactors can be made to work, the world’s supply of usable uranium will be exhausted in about half a century, at about the same time as oil and gas. Attempts at nuclear fusion, both on the macro scale (tokamaks and tori) and on the micro scale (aneutronic fusion) have proven unsuccessful and little progress has been made after 40 years’ research.

Biofuels, once recommended by the “global warming” alarmists, have disastrously doubled the price of staple foods and of agricultural land worldwide, and are already causing millions to starve. Also, it has now been calculated that the carbon emissions from the production and consumption of most biofuels is actually greater than that of gasoline, underlying not only the senselessness of biofuels but the need for governments to develop and enact science-based policies free from interference by scientifically-illiterate pressure-groups.

Hydrogen fuel cells are unreliable, expensive to produce and to maintain, and subject to a series of so-far-incurable scientific drawbacks that limit their usefulness.

Electric vehicles are slower than conventional vehicles, have a shorter range, and cause carbon emissions not significantly less than conventional vehicles, because the power that charges them comes from conventional power stations.

It is always possible to imagine entirely new space-age, high-tech solutions that might spring us free from dependency upon carbon-based fuels. However, it is naïve to assume, as the “Report” does, that such solutions will inevitably arise merely because cap-and-trade will increase still further the price of carbon fuels that are becoming daily more expensive in any event.

The danger in making such a naively hopeful assumption is that, if we destroy our own economies in the hope that some scientific deus ex machina will save us at the last moment, the lights will begin to go out all over the West – and soon.

Conclusion

If carbon trading works, it will not be cheap. If it is cheap, it will not work. Either way, it is unnecessary, both because “global warming” will not prove catastrophic and because the prices of carbon-based fuels are already rising on their own without State interference. It would accordingly be false to suggest that the cost of cap-and-trade to the economy – whether financially or in terms of jobs, household consumption, and growth – will be “minimal”.

Most proponents of cap-and-trade have a vested and often financial direct interest in taking advantage of their privileged positions to create and then to exploit a rigged market, where the State will ration the volume of emissions that may be traded and will, therefore, largely dictate the price, whether directly (as in the dirigiste EU), or indirectly. It is at best disingenuous to pretend that the cost to the victims of this or any rigged market will be negligible.

Likewise, the artful notion that some of the additional revenues contributed to governmental coffers by the victims of carbon trading can be redeployed to alleviate the worst of its ill effects on the poorest households is, in economic terms, absurd. For most households are poor: therefore, State subsidies to minimize the cost to the poorest households of the carbon trading that so greatly enriches those who rig and control the false market in hot air will also minimize what little environmental benefit might be expected from the scheme.

Above all, the self-inflicted economic wound of making the use of carbon fuels more expensive in the free West than in Communist China will merely transfer carbon emissions and jobs to the corrupt, polluting regime that already has the worst environmental record in the world, and will deploy the profits towards the continued expansion of its own network of uniquely dirty, coal-fired power stations, to the detriment of its own already-brutalized people, and to that of the environment, without any benefit to the climate whatsoever. Seen in this light, carbon trading – like biofuels before it – is lunacy.

The lunacy is culpable. For there is a moral dimension. It is inhumane and cruel carelessly or callously to inflict upon the poorest in the nation a policy – however currently fashionable – that is not justified by any “climate crisis”, that would not have any effect on the climate even if there were a “crisis”, that would cost the poorest households their current right to affordable electrical power and transportation while at the same time transferring overseas the jobs upon which our working people depend for their livelihoods, and that is calculated – and perhaps even intended – to enrich the enemies of freedom among the international community while actually increasing the global carbon emissions that it was nominally intended to reduce. Carbon trading is not merely futile – it is immoral, for it cannot but do harm to the poorest people in our community: the very people who are most deserving of our protection.