At 9am which, you will doubtless recall, was when I surfaced this morning, the outside temperature was -6°C and snow was falling at the rate of one 1mm flakette every couple of minutes. Now, at a little after noon, I neither know nor care what the temperature is outside, but the snow is trying a little harder – not much though!
I have finally got around to having my application for a postal vote countersigned, so I should be able, at the next UK General Election, to do my small part to oust the likes of Brown, Balls and Darling.
As an EU citizen and resident in France, we have the right to vote in local, regional and European elections, but not in national ones. For that, you have to be a citizen of the Republic. However, as a loyal subject of Her Most Excellent Britannic Majesty, albeit not resident within the Realm or any of her territories or protectorates, I retain the right to vote in Presidential national elections in the UK. More specifically, I can vote in General and By Elections in the constituency in which I was last registered – a right that lasts for 15 years after leaving the UK.
Whilst talking Balls, I read today that he has scaled back his demands for keeping parents scared – sorry, registering anyone who has the ability to see a child in a crowded room or vehicle more than once a month. Without going into details (which is exactly where the devil resides), the relief being expressed at these “concessions” is rather like the relief one would feel after having the threat of amputation of both hands for stealing a 50p bar of chocolate reduced to having only one hand amputated. Compared to the original, it is an improvement; compared to any common sense, proportionate response, it is still wildly excessive.
Political rant over.
Sorry, not quite over.
Three days ago, the 15 day forecast for this area predicted snow continuously for ten days. The next day there was no precipitation forecast over the 15 day period. Yesterday there were eight days of snow forecast over the 15 day period. And yet the scientists confidently tell us what the weather will be like in 50 years! Oh yes, and the UK Met office (remember them? They’re the ones who predicted that 2009 would be, in their words, a BBQ summer) tell us that 2010 will be the warmest on record, due to an El Niño event – oh yes, and AGW of course.
Call me a doubting Thomas, but although I am convinced that the climate is changing, I am agnostic as to its cause. I have frequently read that the science demonstrating anthropogenic global warming is conclusive, but haven’t seen anything convincing. The arguments of the sceptics are as compelling and as firmly held as those of the AGW evangelists, but we must never forget that, in the 70s, a fair proportion of medical folk were unconvinced of the existence of a causative link between cigarette smoking and lung cancer.
What throws me is that carbon dioxide is not, of itself, a pollutant. Without it, there would be no plant life and hence no animal life. The scare pictures always show water vapour (which, as we know from clouds, holds heat in extremely efficiently) or, occasionally, particulate pollutants.
All fossil fuels are a finite resource and, one day, will run out. Imagine a world without plastics and other oil derivatives.
Becoming energy efficient to delay that day is a good thing.
Becoming energy efficient to save money is a good thing.
I applaud Anglian Windows for a campaign that addresses the desire to save money without once mentioning the C word (no, carbon).
Energy efficiency has nothing to do with emissions of any form, and everything to do with efficient use of energy – as it says on the tin.
There is an argument (borne out by threats of terrorism about which we never hear details, SARS, bird flu, swine flu, global warming etc.) that a scared population is easier to control than a confident population. True? Who knows, but it bears thinking about (see also http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/6760481/The-Noughties-00s-a-fondish-farewell.html)
Political rant really over now.
But we are convinced that his sweetest and most innocent look is no more or less than a façade, whilst he is dreaming up his next act of mischief. He is, in short, like a naughty child.
In the meantime, I have a mountain of filing to do!
Have a good week.
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