The globe is warming, the climate is suffering, weather is out of control, the oceans are rising, we are all going to die! I've never believed in this cirque de fanaticism. Environmentalism is nothing more nor less than a contemporary secular religion -complete with its articles of faith and unquestioned devotion. Al Gore is the high priest and the United Nations is the temple. I think President Obama was supposed to be the environmentalist's savior....
The preceding paragraph probably endeared me to 50% of people and made me enemies with the other 50%... No matter. This segment (It's the truth, that is why it hurts) is bound to cause such a reaction. I am not here to make friends, I'm here (this particular segment specifically) to speak truth and fact. Here is a fact from a fantastic piece in the Wall Street Journal:
On Sunday, 2,232 days will have elapsed since a category 3 hurricane made landfall in the U.S., the longest period in more than a century that the U.S. has been spared a devastating storm.
There, a beautiful little piece of truth that none of the climate and global warming people are running to the nearest microphone to tell you. Why not? This is a fantastic piece of information. Seems relevant to the discussion. Truth people, truth. That is all I'm asking.
Who and What is the Happy Warrior
The Happy Warrior is the title of a poem... and yes, I love this poem. I do not wish to be mischaracterized, for the most part poetry is not my bag. I am not an afficionado of literature nor am I a metro-sexual (I despise that term) but a dear friend introduced me to this masterpiece of prose several years ago... it has provided no end of inspiration. The Happy Warrior by William Wordsworth outlines the qualities of a magnificent soul. I aspire to possess even one or two characteristics that "every man in arms should wish to be."
This blog is a representation, in conversational form, of my voyage to wrap my arms around the world in which Mr. Worsdworth's warrior finds happiness.
This blog is a representation, in conversational form, of my voyage to wrap my arms around the world in which Mr. Worsdworth's warrior finds happiness.
(Standing disclaimer: Luckily tests of spelling accuracy ended in 4th grade otherwise I would still be in Elementary School. Be forewarned, spelling errors ahead. I subscribe to the wisdom of a great man who said, "I have utmost disdain for a man who can only spell a word one way." -Benjamin Franklin)
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