JONATHON PORRITT, one of Gordon Brown’s leading green advisers, is to warn that Britain must drastically reduce its population if it is to build a sustainable society.
Porritt’s call will come at this week’s annual conference of the Optimum Population Trust (OPT), of which he is patron.
The trust will release research suggesting UK population must be cut to 30m if the country wants to feed itself sustainably.
Porritt said: “Population growth, plus economic growth, is putting the world under terrible pressure.
“Each person in Britain has far more impact on the environment than those in developing countries so cutting our population is one way to reduce that impact.”
Population growth is one of the most politically sensitive environmental problems. The issues it raises, including religion, culture and immigration policy, have proved too toxic for most green groups.
However, Porritt is winning scientific backing. Professor Chris Rapley, director of the Science Museum, will use the OPT conference, to be held at the Royal Statistical Society, to warn that population growth could help derail attempts to cut greenhouse gas emissions.
Rapley, who formerly ran the British Antarctic Survey, said humanity was emitting the equivalent of 50 billion tons of CO2 into the atmosphere each year.
“We have to cut this by 80%, and population growth is going to make that much harder,” he said.
Honestly, I almost don’t know where to start with this one. It is all so maddeningly stupid, frightening, and sad at the same time, one is nearly left speechless. We have to look at this horrifying bit of news from several angles.
What happened to England?
As many of us have written, on many occasions, the once great British Empire is beyond dead. The continuous litany of evidence, of the downfall of my ancestral homeland, really is a sad, sad thing. The country that built the civilized world is slowly allowing themselves to be consumed by the very things that Sir Winston warned about so often is his writings. It is as if the average Briton, has lost his will, and is deliberately leading himself to the slaughter.
As Americans we should worry when we see our best ally crumbling from within. Tony Blair, the leftist that at least understood the terrorist threat, is no longer in charge, so that beacon of hope for the resurrection of this once grand country has now left us with the likes of Gordon Brown and his steaming cauldron of ne’er-do-wells. Maybe President Obama should be thanked for giving him a stack of worthless DVDs after all. Strike that. Neither of them grasp the significance of the dangers we face in the world, nor do the grasp the significance and importance of our partnership throughout the years.
So, you get the point. England is no more. We are left with a limp wristed conglomeration of people that have sold their collective souls to the nanny state. The country that once ruled the grandest empire the world has ever known, the country responsible for making the English speaking peoples the most successful in the world, and the country that spawned the greatest nation the world has ever seen, is done. Stick a fork in ‘em folks.
You actually have a government official telling the people that half of them need to be killed basically, in order to save the planet. Someone needs to pipe up and tell this guy, “You first!”.
The Global Warming Cult
The science behind global warming is pretty much done. Although, the truth will not be found in a former Vice President’s PowerPoint presentation any time soon. That is of course assuming that, Dick Cheney doesn’t start showing up at random places with a laptop and projector.
Man made global warming is a myth. Those that perpetuate it are more and more being shown as frauds, as is their evidence. They continue to rely on several things to keep their “movement” going. The fact that it is called a movement should be the first clue that it has nothing to do with actual science. It is a religious movement. A cult, and nothing more.
The cultists come in several flavors.
The first is the common man who believes what he is told. Often this man is an atheist, so science is his God. He cannot come to grips with the idea that his Almighty science could be wrong, or even worse, actively misleading people. This type of cultist will believe no matter what evidence he is shown to the contrary. This group also contains the average citizen that is not invested in science but tends to believe what he sees on television. He is a reasonable type of person, but never researches anything for himself. He will leave that to the experts, and therefore, be part of the mass of sheep, heading for the fart tax factory.
Next we have the rabid environmentalist types. These people are truly dedicated to the cause. They are willing to do whatever it takes to save their beloved Gaea from the evil humans. These people are the political and increasingly military wing of the movement. They are generally Marxist/Leninist communists at heart. They hate the West, and think countries like England and the US need to be punished. All the problems of the world are the fault of the evil white conspirators.
These deranged individuals are the type that come up with this population control lunacy. They view humanity as a virus, and seek to wipe us away to protect the planet. These people occupy the Environment Studies departments of our universities, they are the political hacks that push ridiculous legislation in Washington, and they are getting more and more powerful. Their iron grip on our throats is coming. This story is clear evidence of that. The fact that they have reached the levels they have, is a clear sign, that this isn’t just going to go away. The truth can be damned, we are trying to win a war here folks.
The final cultists are the priests. These are the scientists that deliberately alter data, and the Al Gore’s of the world. Their motives either align with the nuts from above, or there is money in it for them. The scientists motivation may be found in perpetuating the scam. There is big grant money in all sorts of climate change projects. Why risk that by telling the truth?
The Goracles are the worst of the bunch. They are the scummy politicians that have everything to gain. The will be made even more wealthy if draconian legislation is passed. They just happen to own all the machinations that will be required if something like a cap and trade policy is implemented. Never mind the fact that carbon credits have been known to be a complete scam for years. These people are only in the cult for the money and the power to be made by raping the citizenry, and devastating industry.
The Goal?
So what could the goal of the cultists be exactly? These people have many goals. We need to look at the rabid environmentalist as the useful idiots of the priests first. As, we have seen before, the guys pulling the strings, are using these people for their own goals. These goals, as we said are power and money.
Ultimate power and ultimate money. This goes way beyond the Goracle’s carbon credit trading, and corn in your gas tank scams. The true goal is the wiping out of freedom. How do you do this? Well, the Soviets learned that you can’t outspend or outscare free men. You certainly can’t just attack them, as they are industrious, more industrious than you, so that won’t work.
The only thing you can do is make them need you. Really, make it so that there is no other option.
The useful idiots are truly insane as to how this should be accomplished. They have no problem with ruining the global economy, and letting half of the population starve to death. They would like to send us all back a few centuries, before we humans got all uppity, and started improving our lives.
This reasoning is exactly why they are useful idiots. The priests don’t want this. Who wants to rule over a post apocalyptic cesspool of death? Not the priests, that is for damn sure. They see this is a good opportunity to scare the sheep, and grab power, while punishing their enemies all in one swoop.
Now don’t get me wrong here. While the ultimate goal is power and money, and lots of it, these people are ideologues to a certain extent. Even the priests are trained in the ways of blaming western civilization for the problems of the world. They think we all need to be punished, and that they, the elite smart people, should show the rest of us how to behave. If we don’t want to, they WILL make us.
This is a Jewel
Beyond all the comparisons between the cultists and the Soviets. Beyond all the nutty carbon credit, and CAFE standard schemes. Beyond all the crying hippies sitting in the trees to save them.
This idea is the craziest. How does one go about deciding that removing half the population is the solution to all our worries? It really does illustrate quite well, what is wrong with the mind of the leftist. Their Utopian pipe dreams of leading us all to bliss, have gotten more people killed than any other modern movement, have always failed when implemented, and yet, are never ruled a failure, because the idea wasn’t the problem. The problem was obviously that, they weren’t the ones to implement it.
There is no atrocity that is not OK if the ends justify the means. These people have slaughtered millions and millions, and millions of people, all in the name of helping the little guy.
Here we have them actually stating that they think half of the population needs to be wiped out. Obviously the only thing sane people can do is fight them, and kill them if need be. When they start talking about getting rid of a large portion of the population, it is time to start worrying. Whatever you do, don’t report for a work assignment, allow yourself to be separated from your family, or step foot into a cattle car. You won’t come back from wherever you are going.
In the mean time pray to God for guidance, love your family, stockpile food water and ammo, and keep your eyes open.
So, as I have stated here and here, the global warming scam, is the new communism. This statement needs to be clarified a bit. It is the impetus for embracing totalitarianism again.
James Hansen, the godfather of manmade global warming has this to say.
The democratic process is supposed to be one person one vote, but it turns out that money is talking louder than the votes. So, I’m not surprised that people are getting frustrated. I think that peaceful demonstration is not out of order, because we’re running out of time.”
Hansen, is the same guy that has been busted numerous time for cooking the data, yet is still heralded as the bright and shining altruist, that just wants to save us from ourselves.
This guy is a fanatic. He is advocating a forced approach to “solving the problem”. Cap and trade does not go far enough, he is hoping for a super Kyoto that will bankrupt the entire world economy.
Today, Josh Bearman has gone straight. He’s a successful writer in Los Angeles. But he was briefly a criminal mastermind — in 1980 — when he transferred to a new school in Minneapolis and joined the third grade.
It was a fancy school where all the kids had fancy snacks like chewy granola bars and Rice Krispies treats.
Bearman himself grew up in a spartan home with no sugar.
To make matters worse, kids wouldn’t just eat their lunches — they’d flaunt them. Every day, a brisk trade in lunch snacks would take place. Kids would pile all their best items onto one main table and start bartering.
“People would say, ‘Oh, well listen, I’ve just had my fill of Rice Krispies treats for two weeks in a row, straight. Why don’t I have some of your Fruit Roll-Ups?’ And so they would trade it all around,” Bearman recalls. “And it actually is a pretty efficient system. Everyone got what they wanted. It kind of all worked out for them. It didn’t work out for me at all because I was totally outside of this economy. Because my peanut butter and jelly sandwich had no currency value in this market whatsoever.”
Cake Futures
And so, Bearman came up with a plan. A scheme. A lie. He told his classmates that every year, on the last day of class, his mother would bake a cake. A huge cake. The most delicious cake you’ve ever tasted.
“So what I said was, ‘Listen, that’s going to be a great day. But in the meantime, I can offer you this special opportunity. And what we can do is, if you give me those Cheetos now, today, you can lay a claim — you know, on a share of this future cake. You can have a deposit, and have a piece of this cake when it comes.’ So, basically, I developed this sort of derivative lunchroom market for delicious cake futures.”
In these troubling times, my faith in my Savior, Jesus Christ, is more important to me than it ever has been. He has kept His hand on my family, and I am more thankful for it than mere words on a screen could ever express. These are a few of the things that I am thankful to my God for.
Thank you Father, for my beautiful, intelligent, wonderful, and most precious wife, Kimberly.
Thank you Father, for my beautiful, enlightening, joy filled, angelic, baby girl, Brooke Lynn.
Thank you Father, for our safety Lord.
Thank you Father, for our health Lord.
Thank you, for the intelligence You blessed us with.
Thank you Father, for our best friends Kirk and Tonya, and our newest friend Audra.
Thank you Father, for being able to be part of their children’s wonderful lives.
Thank you Father, for our church, that strives to serve You Lord, and teaches us to serve You.
Thank you Father, for our prosperity, in these times of need.
Thank you Father, for the Cross that you suffered so mightily on Lord, so that we may be saved from our sin.
Thank you Father, for sending a young man a Dad, when his was not what he should have been.
Thank you Father, for never giving up on me, even when I abandoned You.
Thank you Father, for Your most perfect grace.
Thank you Father, for Your unending mercy.
Thank you Father, for Your limitless love.
Thank you Father, for Your all encompassing power.
Finally Lord, thank you for every day that You have given me to serve You.
Spring is starting to get going well finally, and I am itching for a weekend at the old lake house. I have to get at least one in this month. April is shaping up to be to dang busy to get out there, so it is now or never.
There are bass to be caught, sandies to be caught and eaten, and maybe even some old channel cats looking to take a trip in the fryer!
Soon, hopefully soon. I want to be floating along the shore, casting and winding, and waiting for that tug on my line.
Well, little Miss Brookie is starting to develop a bit of an attitude at times. Heh. She really, really, does not like having something taken away from her, when she is interested in it, and apparently she is not liking being spoon fed all that much now.
If she will allow being spoon fed, there sure as heck better be another spoon for her to hold on to, and possibly one for each hand. God forbid, you try to take her spoons away either. The wrath of the God’s will soon be unleashed, within about two seconds. She is training us well. /sigh
I think this stems from her desire to feed herself, which is a good sign of her, early motivation for some degree of independence. The fact that she slings any food on a spoon you hand to her across the kitchen, is not a negative in her view of course.
She is also mastering the stiff board, sling yourself backwards, fit-throwing move. It is amazing how painful getting smacked in the face by an angry baby’s head is. It is kind of like getting punched in the face.
Last night, she decided, it would be fun to sit on Daddy’s neck while I was laying down, and practice her slamming technique on my belly. So for about five minutes she sat there laughing in my face, and then propelling herself backwards at mach 1.2. Every groan from the wind being knocked out of me, elicited a gleeful response. She loves wrestling with Daddy already, and I eat it up. It is interesting that she knows she can be rougher with me than Mommy. There are boundaries that have to be learned though, so I have to think about that, when she starts smacking me in the face as a fun game.
So far, she is not getting that a stern “No”, or “No Ma’am” is a serious thing. Every time we have done so, she laughs intensely. She is only ten months old after all.
Her pediatrician actually asked about some of this behavior yesterday, to see if it was starting, as is typical. She gave us some tips on how to deal with it. Right now her little fits are cute, but she also has teeth and packs a pretty mean slap when she wants to. There is of course no malice currently in her “violence” as it were, but teaching her that hitting and biting in any situation is not acceptable, is something that is important.
I was a biter as a child, and know how much of a problem that was for my poor mother, when she would get a call from school, because I had latched on to some poor soul, when they evoked my anger. I was bad enough to break the skin a few times. Avoiding that type of thing, is a goal for us, with our little angel.
She plays very well with her friends at day care right now, and we want her to continue that. With no siblings, it serves as a good place for socialization, and a place to learn about sharing and all the wonderful things that civilized people have to do, to be an accepted member of their society.
I have written about the responsibility of being a parent before, and was guilty of saying things like, “Wow, what horrible parents that child must have” in the past. It is easy to judge people, when you have not walked in their shoes. Some children are problem kids. I know I was. Brookie shows no sign of being a problem child thus far. Honestly, she is the happiest, laid back baby I have ever encountered. As long as her basic needs are met to her liking, she is generally happy, and ready to play. We are lucky here. Her upset spells are few and far between, and we, so far, know what triggers them.
So now, we are officially beyond the infant stage. Our baby girl is actually starting to test boundaries, and she is counting on us to clearly lay them out for her. She has no knowledge of what they are, or should be, so we have to teach her.
As hard as it may be, to set her down in her crib, for doing something wrong repeatedly, it is something we will have to do. I find it difficult to not comfort her the moment any tears come, and the idea of being the cause of her tears, kills me. Discipline really is tougher on the parents than the child. Who wants to see their little one upset, because you won’t let them bang a toy into the TV screen incessantly?
This is where the hard work of parenting begins I think. As hard as staying up all night when she was a little baby was, it is nothing, compared to setting aside one’s own greedy need to please her, and disciplining a child, when you don’t really want to. If it were a perfect world, my little booger, would get whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Reality tells me that this is a recipe for disaster, and what is wrong with a lot of young people today.
We want to raise a well adjusted, intelligent, honest, well charactered, patient, caring, human here. If we do our job, she will be a benefit to society, and not a dreg. Our own self-discipline will be the most crucial aspect of whether or not this happens. Teaching our child how to cope with disappointment, and self control, is a worthy goal, and the job of every parent.
There are of course no guarantees. People are people. You can take them and put them in the best or worst situations, and they sometimes will triumph or fail miserably, even given the best or worst starting position. All we can do is teach her how one should run one’s life, and hope and pray, that she makes good decisions.
Well, once again I find myself wandering down the road of our family’s lives together. It really does fly by. This age is such a fun age. She is learning new things every day. She is waving “bye bye” now, and nearly saying it. She also is working on clapping, and should be walking any day now.
As my friends with kids, like Ted, always tell me. Before you know it, she will be in high school, and going off to college. Guess I better get busy preparing her to do so.
For anyone who is interested, Brooke Lynn went to the doctor today for her checkup. At ten months old she is 30.5″ tall, and weighs 25.5 lbs. This puts her in the 95% class, heh. The doc said she is perfectly height / weight proportionate, so that is good. She is wearing clothes made for eighteen month old kiddoes. If she ever gets to walking, the other kids at day care better watch out!
Here is another of my favorite country songs. It is real country, not like all that new fangled crap.
“Old Habits” - Hank Williams Jr.
This is really, one of my very favorite songs. It does what country music should do, move you emotionally. The thought of losing my wife, in any way, is horrifying to me, and Hank has captured that emotion in this song.
After seeing that many, many people who were foolish enough to buy into the Hope, that Obama was selling, are now becoming disgruntled, I decided to write about real hope. This is not some false hope, that a politician may promise and never deliver, but real hope for the future.
There are two big sources of hope that I rely on, on a daily basis. They both comfort me greatly, when looking around this world that is turning upside down. My hope comes from my God and my beautiful little daughter.
Let’s look at the hope a child gives her parents first. It is limited to this world, and a relatively short period known as a human lifetime.
We have been raising Brooke for nine months now. The emotions you feel for a child are a paradox to me. You love them with all your heart and are excited when they master a new task and you see them grow. At the same time your heart aches to see them change before your very eyes. The knowledge that they will grow up eventually and carry on with their own lives is both satisfying and depressing.
Even now, at only ten months old, this little human has changed so much, that she is not even recognizable as the little infant that looked up into my eyes the day she was born. I held her in the crook of one arm, and she fit like she was made to be there. Now she is already becoming less dependent on us, and is becoming an individual. She can feed herself, when she wants to, and eats a new food almost daily it seems.
The conflict between being amazed when she wobbles around the coffee table standing up, and the mournful realization that she is not the little, completely helpless, bundle that can’t turn over without your help, is strangely fulfilling. There is nothing I have ever experienced, besides the ups and downs of longing for my wife before we were able to be together all the time, that has ever made me feel the way this child does.
Certainly, there are times when I think about the end of my life and who will go first, my wife or myself. That sadness over the inevitable end of our relationship together, is overwhelming when my thoughts go there. There is comfort in the thought that, hopefully, we will both have lived long enjoyable lives with each other by the time the end comes, that overwhelms the sadness of that horrible coming day.
Maybe this is a male trait. The urges of ultimate responsibility for a wife and child, force any decent man, to think of their wellbeing on a very regular basis. One’s selfishness, must be defeated, and is quite easily abated, when the proposition of such awesome responsibility is viewed from an overarching perspective. The goal of your life is to make sure that your family is provided for, has an enjoyable life in the process, and that a legacy is left on the planet once you are gone.
My point to all this rambling is a simple one. Wives and children, when put in their proper priority in one’s life, bring out all that is wonderful in life. The bittersweet nostalgia for the past, supplements the desire to consciously decide to enjoy every day we are given with our family. This is how God intended things to be. The family reveals his awesome brilliance, if you allow yourself to enjoy it’s rewards.
So, back to the hope of a child. A baby represents so, so much hope. Every one of them, is a masterpiece of potential and innocence. Their future potential is unlimited in the minds of their parents. Even in a world that does not seem to be going in the direction that we want it to, there is hope for a better future for a child.
The hope, joy, and love that I have found in my little Brookie, have changed me as a person. As a man, I have always had a soft spot in my heart for little children, and mothers. There is nothing more foul in my mind than someone that would hurt either of them, and it has been so for as long as my memory can fathom. The fact that my father was a worthless individual, galvanized my knowledge of what a real man is and is not.
After the brief time we have had with Brooke, she has reinforced these instincts at least one hundred fold. I now weep, when there is a story of a child’s death. The contemplation of being in the shoes of those who loved that child, is nearly more than I can bear. That is why there have been posts about abortion, tragic accidents involving young children, and stories of pure evil involving the taking of the lives of the innocent. These thing crush me now, in a way they never did before.
This leads me to my greatest hope of all. In a world that is filled with evil, seemingly coming at my family from every side. My ultimate hope comes from my God. He, who gave up his Son, so that we might be saved from our sin, has provided eternal hope for all who believe.
I realize that not everyone who reads this, believes the way I do, and that is your right. This isn’t a sermon by any means, simply an illustration of why we Christians have hope for the future, regardless of what happens in this world.
Our hope for eternal life, free of pain and evil, helps us get through this life. Certainly many find this foolish, but that is their loss. I am a reasonably intelligent person, and my brain has not fallen out of my head. This post is not the place for justification of my faith, although, that is an interesting topic, that may come up in the future. There is nothing wrong with hope or faith. The Bible states it perfectly at the beginning of Hebrews 11:
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
While pondering the horrifying reality of the brutality of this world recently, my wonderful wife sent me this picture.
It tied it all together for me. This is my comfort and hope. When someone harms one of these innocents, Jesus is there to take care of them. He will be there for all of us that believe in Him, when our time here is over.
In the time that God has given me on this earth with my lovely wife, and bouncing baby girl, hopefully my duty to them will be fulfilled as He intended. The Bible instructs us to love our wives as Jesus loves the church. He sacrificed Himself for the church. Therefore I am called to do the same for my wife and child. Their wellbeing must come before mine. In doing so, I learn more every day, about God’s love for us, his children. My appreciation for His sacrifice, is enlarged, by the love I have for my family. I can never hope to understand it fully, but we can see its closest replication here on earth, in our family.
Brookie shows no sign of being a problem child thus far. Honestly, she is the happiest, laid back baby I have ever encountered. As long as her basic needs are met to her liking, she is generally happy, and ready to play. We are lucky here. Her upset spells are few and far between, and we, so far, know what triggers them.
