PSA-210413-Carbon Dioxide

 

Ian Rutherford Plimer   is an Australian geologist, professor emeritus of earth sciences at the University of Melbourne, professor of mining geology at the University of Adelaide, and the director of multiple mineral exploration and mining companies.

 He has published 130 scientific papers, six books and edited the Encyclopedia of Geology.  Sounds pretty learned/credible, don’t you think?

These are his extensive credentials:

Born12  February 1946
ResidenceAustralia
NationalityAustralian
FieldsEarth Science, Geology,Mining Engineering
InstitutionsUniversity of New England,University of Newcastle,University of Melbourne,University of Adelaide
Alma materUniversity of New South Wales,Macquarie University
ThesisThe pipe deposits of tungsten-molybdenum-bismuth in easternAustralia (1976)
Notable awardsEureka Prize (1995, 2002),Centenary Medal(2003),Clarke Medal (2004)

Where Does the Carbon Dioxide Really Come From?

Professor Ian Plimer’s book in a brief summary:

PLIMER : “Okay, here’s the bombshell. The volcanic eruption in Iceland.  Since its first spewing of volcanic ash, it has, in just FOUR DAYS, NEGATED EVERY SINGLE EFFORT you have made in the past five years to control CO2 emissions on our planet – all of you.

Of course, you know about this evil carbon dioxide that we are trying to suppress – it’s that vital chemical compound that every plant requires to live and grow and to synthesize into oxygen for us humans and all animal life.

I know….it’s very disheartening to realize that all of the carbon emission savings you have accomplished while suffering the inconvenience and expense of driving Prius hybrids, buying fabric grocery bags, sitting up till midnight to finish your kids “The Green Revolution” science project, throwing out all of your non-green cleaning supplies, using only two squares of toilet paper, putting a brick in your toilet tank reservoir, selling your SUV and speedboat, vacationing at home instead of abroad,nearly getting hit every day on your bicycle, replacing all of your 50 cent light bulbs with $10.00 light bulbs…..well, all of those things you have done have all gone down the tubes in just four days!

The volcanic ash emitted into the Earth’s atmosphere in just four days – yes, FOUR DAYS – by that volcano in Iceland has totally erased every single effort you have made to reduce the evil beast, carbon. And there are around 200 active volcanoes on the planet spewing out this crud at any one time – EVERY DAY.

I don’t really want to rain on your parade too much,

but I should mention that when the volcano Mt Pinatubo erupted in the Philippines in 1991, it spewed out more greenhouse gases into the atmosphere than the entire human race had emitted in all its years on earth.

Yes, folks, Mt Pinatubo was active for over One year – think about it.

Of course, I shouldn’t spoil this ‘touchy-feely tree-hugging’ moment and mention the effect of natural solar and cosmic activity, and the well-recognized 800-year global heating and cooling cycle, which keeps happening despite our completely insignificant efforts to affect climate change.

And I do wish I had a silver lining to this volcanic ash cloud, but the fact of the matter is that the wildfire season across the western USA and Australia this year alone will negate your efforts to reduce carbon in our world for the next two to three years. And it happens every year.

Just remember that your government just tried to impose a whopping carbon tax on you, on the basis of the BOGUS ‘human-caused’ climate-change scenario.

Hey, isn’t it interesting how they don’t mention ‘Global Warming’ anymore, but just ‘Climate Change.

It’s because the planet has COOLED by 0.7 degrees in the past century and these global warming advocates got caught with their pants down.

And, just keep in mind that you might yet have an Emissions Trading Scheme – that whopping new tax – imposed on you by your government, that will achieve absolutely nothing except make you poorer.

It won’t stop any volcanoes from erupting, that’s for sure.

But, hey, …..go give the world a hug and have a nice day

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Here is a link to a debate which argues every point made in Dr. Palmer’s dissertation:

I argue against the fact checking article this way: The debater claims that for every dollar spent on reducing air pollution there is thirty times return. This is probably true, but I must posit that there is also a law of diminishing returns that the debater has conveniently left out. I have lived through the years of great air quality improvements in our country. and the improvement has been great. What I see now is that a great expense has to be incurred for less and less improvement. The debater should concentrate on cleaning the air in countries that are major polluters. It is my opinion that he will not because he hasn’t the fortitude to do so. He is also one who believes the USA has deep pockets and thus should be the one who bears the burden of the global clean up .

The United States undertook its massive clean up at the expense of our economy, I trust that the countries that are now passing through that stage will soon realize that they cannot continue to spew toxins into the air to poison their citizens. The problem with my argument is that countries like China who suffer from massive poverty see air pollution as a minimal problem. Why spend trillions to clean the air to extend the lives of the Chinese only to have them starve to death. Their priorities are correct: 1. eliminate poverty and hunger, 2. Eliminate air pollution.

Meanwhile, the pollsters spill the toxins into the atmosphere and dilute them into the cleaner sectors thus harming inhabitants far from the perpetrators. So is it our responsibility to clean up the global atmosphere by filtering the the pollutants in our local atmosphere that are arriving from the opposite half of the earth? I say not. It makes more sense to do it locally where the effect will be much greater and the country can benefit for the investment by thirty times.

I Made It!

Throughout my lifetime I always made crude comments about people who park diagonally across the designated lines marking a parking spot. “Crazy old people” was one of my favorites. Parking diagonally takes up as many as three spaces and in a crowded parking lot that is a problem for those of us cruising the aisle s seeking a place to settle. Many years have passed and I taught myself to park between the lines as symmetrically as I possibly could. I pride myself on being able to do that. Parking with precision is my motto.

Last week I didn’t pre-plan my approach to a spot and pulled in as well as was possible for a long car. When I got out and looked at the position of the line relative to the car I laughed out loud and said, “Crazy Old Man.” I did it without trying very hard and parked diagonally in the spot. I achieved senior parking status without trying.

My plan is to buy a new car soon, as my trusty Avalon which I fondly refer to as the Death Star is beginning to show signs of age and the mileage is quickly approaching two hundred thousand. The problem I see for me is that the new car I want is longer and will be harder to park. So the title of “Crazy Old Person” will be forever bestowed upon me, by me.

Conclusions Over Time

During my lifetime I have worked in many companies and at many jobs. Often, I see a job that strikes my fancy, and then ask myself if that is what I would be able to do, or better yet what I would want to do.

A lifetime for some people is a long time, for others it is way too short, but a working lifetime can be an eternity of drudgery or the opposite an eternity of bliss regardless of how many years are spent doing it.

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time so today is the day I list some of the jobs that I will never do:

  1. Drive a truck long distances. I’ve driven across our country at least a dozen times and I know how long it takes and how boring it can be. In the beginning I thought that being a truck driver would be a nobel profession that I could enjoy. But, as the miles added up I changed my mind. There is no way that I could survive driving a semi-tractor hauling a trailer across the country day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year to make a living.
  2. Operate a molding machine. I worked in a place where we made things from plastic. I spent my career designing ways to eliminate the person from the process. The main reason was that the company didn’t want to pay the price of employing people to open and close a molding machine door to remove the plastic part. Yet we had many young men who thrived on doing just that. I would lose my mind if that is what I had to do to keep my family alive and well.
  3. Make art for a living. I love art, I love creating artistic pieces, but the pressure of doing it for a living just doesn’t appeal to me. Making one of something can be exciting, but making a hundred of the same thing turns me off. My creativity flourishes the best when I don’t have the pressure of trying to make a living doing it.
  4. Acting is another profession that appeals to me until I begin to analyze what life would be like doing it. It is one thing to act in a play for a few performances then get on with another, but the idea of being in a hit play that runs for months or years can be monotonous. I don’t think I could maintain a character different than myself for too long. Yet, the best actors and actresses can become someone else and play their roles day after day with a degree of professionalism that is commendable. To me it is like Ground Hog Day and after a week I’d rather listen to finger nails scratching across a black board.
  5. Policeman. A no brainer for me, The idea of trying to control the behavior of other people by writing tickets or mediating domestic problems or getting shot at by a bad guy is not appealing.
  6. Doctor of Medicine. Although I love science and learning about things I don’t like the idea of spending twelve years of intense study and practice to get there. I had actually considered becoming a doctor when I was fifteen, but decided against it when I thought about the hours involved and the intensity of the learning required.
  7. Priest. No way! I love God, but the prospect of becoming a celibate priest does not work at all. I spent a lot of my boyhood years on my knees as an altar boy and hated learning Latin prayers and responses. Most theology, and philosophy courses that I took just scrambled my brain and dumped me off.
  8. Flea market vendor. I like going to flea markets and the idea of making money by reselling stuff appealed to me. I did experience a few garage sales and enjoyed the activity of negotiating and selling, but mostly I enjoyed the kibitzing I did with the people who dropped by. Selling junk is okay, but accumulating and storing junk turns me off. The reason I loved my garage sale was because I was clearing my house from a lot of unnecessary stuff that just cluttered my mind and my real passions.
  9. Accountant-Keeping track of my debits and credits is the last thing on my list of enjoyable activities. Every year I struggle with completing a tax return. The wierd thing about it is understanding all the vocabulary that accountants use in their work. Reading an Internal Revenue Tax return is like reading an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic tablet. Not my language at all.
  10. Write User manuals for a piece of technical junk like a computer or a printer. This is another world where the people who live in it use a special form of communication which only they understand. What is scary is that so many young people can actually make sense of it. Although I have learned that young people don’t really read manuals, they use repetitive activity to solve problems by trying and failing many things. Me, I try things too, but I stop doing it after failing a couple of times. My patience level for learning all the cute and tricky features on an Apple iPhone is about as long as the time it takes a balloon to deflate after a pin prick. They have also mastered the strange language of phone technology.
  11. Statistics-I understand the importance of using statistics to make sense out of data that on the face appears a jumble, but I can’t stand the mathematics needed to unjumble the data.
  12. Furniture making requires an intense focus on details and a knowledge of wood cutting equipment. I have just enough skill in this field to believe I could succeed, but in reality I don’t have the patience required.

I can go on and on listing the things that I can’t or won’t make a living doing, but making this list is beginning to bore me.

Robots Make Better Decisions than Congress

The last book I read titled “Walk in My Combat Boots” by James Patterson was a series of stories told by veterans. Each one begins with a short bio of the warrior and followed by his story. The thing that impressed me most were the bios. Many of these soldiers came from families where fathers, grand fathers, and great grandfathers were also soldiers. Many of them fought in WWI, WWII, Korea, Viet Nam, and more recently Afghanistan and Iraq.

The stories are chilling. The sacrifices made by these men and women are hard to understand. They do it and they love it. Many of them stay in much longer than a drafted recruit. They return home unable to assimilate into society. Even sadder is that we as a society expect them to fit right in. Even if they return with their physical body intact, they have difficulty fitting in.

When I hear a member of our administration bad mouth the military, I am incensed to the point of wanting to execute the speaker on the spot. Thank God they are too many miles away, and I am watching them speak on a TV. Most recently I watched a speech given by our first lady vice president in which she denounced veterans as being coddled by the VA and that they should learn to get back into society by getting a job.

I am totally aware that these controversial statements are fact checked and many times I am make a fool of myself by not checking them before I speak. What I was surprised to learn is that all the fact checking sources claim that she never made any such statement. Except, I watched the video clip where she did. Maybe I was dreaming or watching a Saturday Night Live skit, but it sure seemed real to me. The internet has been scrubbed clean of any such video, at least I couldn’t find it. That wouldn’t surprise me because there is a lot of stuff I can’t find these days.

Most things that I can’t find are names, dates, and places of people who I know, or at least I think I knew them. Forgetfulness seems to come more easy these days. Some days I am as sharp as a tack, on others I ask myself why did I come here and what am I looking for. One thing I am certain that I don’t watch Saturday Night Live anymore, and sometimes I fall asleep while standing.

Generally, I find that most people I know treat veterans with respect. We are all appreciative of the sacrifices they made for our benefit. What really dogs me is when a Congressman, Senator, Bureaucrat, President, Vice President, or any of their underlings make snide remarks about veterans getting too much of the pie. Too often the pie is offered on a platter to those wandering into the country unwanted. Today, I read a short piece about how kids coming across the border are being treated to face to face schooling while our kids are being forced into virtual schooling. I say to our administration that I would prefer that they be virtual, and not leading face to face in their pristine offices while collecting full pay at our expense. Robots with some Google, or Amazon artificial intelligence would make better decisions than the current band of thieving administrators.

Easier Said Than Done

The end of the month is putting pressure on me to post so I can keep my readership numbers up. There is nothing like some friendly competition with myself. Actually, the competition is with you the reader. Without your visit to my blog I wouldn’t have numbers to measure against. I almost made writing a daily routine during the COVID lockdown. I recall posting seventy-something days in a row for a personal best. It almost killed me to use my brain that much. My usual routine is to begin the month with lots of posts and then about mid-month I get lazy and forget about writing. As the calendar numbers roll over, and the viewer numbers drop like a rock my ego gets a pumping and I kick writing back into gear.

I related in my last post that in high school and college I found writing stories to be fun. I still write them for fun, but only when they relate personal experiences. When I have to write a post or essay on a specific topic, I freeze. So the moral of my story is this, live an interesting life filled with exciting, joyous, and sad moments so you will have many experiences to write about.

Currently, I’m acting as a counselor for a small immigrant family of two, a grandson and his grandmother. They were a family of three, but the boy’s father was killed in an accident. All of their funeral experience is from a foreign country. The funeral traditions in our country are vastly different. Hence, they haven’t got a clue about how to arrange a funeral. Add to that the fact that they are in shock, and are emotionally distraught, they seek answers for the how-to’s of burying a loved one. One problem is that they pine for the homeland tradition, but it is not here. I try my best to explain our customs, but the homeland customs rule their thoughts. We struggle as a group to reach compromise that fills their homeland needs with our traditions.

Death was not on their minds when they immigrated here. Only the prospect of opportunity and freedom scrolled through their heads. The mother and her son were inseparable for the twenty years they have lived here. The grandson came ten years later, and he too became inseparable. The father maintained a base they all called home. All three of them took jobs caring for people who needed live-in help. They took jobs that required their presence on a 24/7 basis. Many of these jobs were short term because the client died. At any one time there would be one, two, three, or no-one living in their rented house. They did make a point to celebrate birthdays, and holidays together, and when they did it was precious for all of them. No doubt that someday in the future they will also consider this event a precious one.

The grandmother is very traditional European and somewhat superstitious. She likes horoscopes, shaman’s and the religious rites of her childhood. She had decided with the grandson that the body would be cremated. The idea of taking the dead person from the morgue to the crematorium was traumatic. Grandmother held her ground and we were able to talk the mortician into holding the body for one day so we could have a final viewing. Except, he didn’t recommend a viewing of any kind. The accident involved a fire and the body was totally unrecognizable. He provided the body in a large cardboard box on a gurney and covered it with a sheet. Grandma brought some candles which she lit and placed near the gurney. She picked fresh flowers from the garden and placed them on the body. She walked around and around praying and talking to her son for some twenty minutes. She even touched him by touching the sheet, but jerked back if she felt something solid. She had to have those moments with her son for the last time before he went into the flames.

Grandma gets very teary eyed at times but fights off crying. She has to be strong she says, for my grandson. He, on the other hand breaks out into tears at every remembrance of times together with his father. Often he will speak out and say, my mind is overloaded with thoughts of everything. His sudden ascension to the top of the family and the responsibility of maintaining the home front for his grandmother and filling all of his fathers dreams are causing him to overload. I keep telling him to focus only on that which is important to do today. Forgot the future, forget the motorhome, forget the pickup truck, forget your dad’s collections they are not important today. What is important is getting him situated in a place where he can rest peacefully forever. To his grandmother I say that her son’s very sudden death is a gift from God. He could have lived on as a vegetable much like the people you take care of. He would have hated that. Instead, he died instantly. It is your grief that is large, his suffering was very slight if any at all.

Easier said than done.

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