1922 Media Mislead on Global Warming - too! Evidence showed global warming melting polar ice-caps with seals becoming extinct - in 1922.
One of John McCaslin's reliable sources has provided him with incontrovertible proof of how easily the "enlightened" folks in charge of the "mainstream" media are guiled by scientific theories adorned more by political attractiveness than by the scientific method. Is this not the same lesson being taught by Michael Chrichton's State of Fear? Who first said, "The more things change, the more they stay the same"?
John McCaslin brings to light incontrovertible proof of how easily the "entightened" people in charge of the "mainstream" media are guiled by "scientific" theories adorned more by political attractiveness than by the rigors of science. What's the proof? One of McCaslin's reliable sources unconvered a 1922 Washington Post article reciting "scientific" evidence then claimed to be proof that the "melting" of the polar ice-caps was imminent as well as consequential environmental catastrophes such as the extinction of seals being imminent. McCaslin's entire article with supporting links is here, and the "print" link for the article is here.
Where were all the SUV's being hidden in 1922? Perhaps John Edwards has the answer-- Maybe there were "two Americas." One in which most people still rode "Model-T" type vehicles (or even horses) and another, secret America in which "the rich" were riding in invisible SUV's unbeknownst to the great unwashed masses. 1922 was a relatively brief period after the "intelligentia" had embraced with religious fervor (but in the name of "science") the "genetics" theories advanced by learned scientists about how society could do a better job of breeding the human race.
Presumably, the not-yet-then-born Al Gore was being sung to sleep by his mother singing the not-yet-composed song, "Green, Green" in the same way he said (in 2000) that his mother rocked him to sleep as child by singing a union-organizing ballad (even though the ballad he recited hadn't been composed until many years later -- but, of course, Gore was probably still a child even then as now). Or was it the Lucky Strike song his mother sang to him from the mid-1950's television show, "Your Hit Parade" to warn him of the dangers of tobacco?
Gore's real identity has since been revealed as "Da Gorgle" in the blockbuster movie, "Da Gorgle Code." Most recently spotted "en route to a "global warming" concert, Gore is expected to begin promoting "SlumLord Credits" as "Carbon Offsets" to combat global warming.
In that capacity, Gore is continuing the role for which he received so much attention in 2000. Here's an updated version of commentary at that time (updated portion in bold):
What's Behind the Green Gore?
(a limerick "by" Al Gore extolling the virtues of SlumLording Carbon Credits)
Some bad news has come to the fore
disputing that I'm a Green Gore
But clearly it's false
to say it's my fault
or that I don't care for the poor.
My tenants have called me slum-Goring
and claim I invented slum-lording
They claim I don't care
and don't do repair
'cause rent-money I have been hording
I swear that I just didn't know
that each time my tenants would "go,"
They suffered in slush
'cause after each flush,
the toilet would soon overflow.
And then as though that ain't enough,
the cleanup was always so tough,
'Cause when they got up
to clean up the muck,
they found that the sink had backed up.
When E-P-A checked-out the lumps,
and OSHA examined their rumps,
The experts opined
that I should be fined
for causing such hazardous dumps.
Though still in Two-Thousand-And-Seven
my tenants are whining and yellin'
their "power is off
and flushing is naught,"
for Carbon-Off-Setting, it's Heaven
The above limerick-set (originally published here) was inspired by June 4, 2000, news reports about the terrible conditions of the premises being endured by Al Gore's tenants.
--Jim Wrenn, Editor at WrennCom.Com and Editor at PoliSat.Com.
Jim is a proud descendant of 18th Century criminal exiles from England who swam to the Outer Banks when the British ship taking them to a Georgia penal colony sank in a storm near Cape Hatteras. Having the prescience to prevent their descendants from becoming "TarHeels," they immediately migrated to Virginia, where, within just a few generations they worked their way up into poverty. Jim's grandfather was the first in the family tree to see the distant horizons, but his career was cut short by severe injuries he sustained when a cousin cut down the tree.
After a brief stint in the Amry (ours) following graduation from law school, he began his legal career in the state bureaucracy but was never able to break into the federal bureaucracy. Several years later, he entered the private practice of law and co-founded a small law publishing company. Later, finding the publishing of small laws unstimulating and finding his private practice too private to be lucrative, he began writing political satire/commentary. His greatest vice is taking himself too seriously.
Although he regularly teaches Continuing Legal Education courses to lawyers, he's too-often available through he Rubber Chicken Speakers Bureau to speak on politics, satire, etc., at luncheons, dinners, root canals, funerals, etc. His speaking fees are so outrageously high they border on criminal price-gouging, but as a free-market advocate, he defends his fees on the higher moral ground of charging whatever the traffic will bear. For more information (surely more than one would want or need), go to www.PoliSat.Com.