Crow responds

Sheryl Crow has explained herself in the HuffPo, if you care. She described her recently completed global warming college tour; the media reaction to it; and the toilet paper flap. In the spirit of forgiveness (this is Sunday) I'm willing to accept her explanation that her 'one sheet wonder' miracle climate cure was just a botched joke, but the fact she had to explain it speaks volumes about the debate.

Crow refrained from ad-hominems and tried to be polite but must have reached a limit near the end:

If I drive a gas guzzling 12 cylinder vehicle knowing what I know now about carbon emissions and our dependence on foreign oil, I am basically saying that I don't care about the planet I leave behind for your or my kids.

Brass tacks environmentalism--American SUV owners are responsible for parboiling the planet not rock musicians roaming the countryside with an entourage including several 18-wheelers and a bus.

We've been told over and over the debate is over, which ejects any further rational thought into the nearest lock box (previously reserved for Social Security trust funds). It's not so hard to understand, since smart politicians and activists long ago realized this issue could one day provide a bulletproof moral high ground, and it's now fast approaching. Some of these same people probably flunked high school earth science yet by simply donning a Captain Planet costume they have become pop geniuses.

Too bad, because we still need more debate. Logical questions like this one need to be tossed around by policymakers before the American economy is tossed out with the bathwater, but such things are now risky because the atmospheric game clock is ticking and there's only precisely eight years left to "act" before doomset. Don't forget that little girl standing on the tracks with the 3600 HP diesel approaching.

It's rather obvious we've crossed a line when renowned hurricane experts like William Gray or the man who discovered the Jet Stream are considered cranky old skeptics peddling "myths" while we're told to implicitly trust Oscar winner Al Gore.

Until climate change is changed (or the Repubs are removed, whichever comes first) get ready for every single severe weather event to be blamed on SUVs, except blizzards and cold waves (and sometimes them, too). In the past people blamed floods, hurricanes and lightning as punishment from the gods, now the gods are us, something that fits nicely with the humanist agenda if you catch my drift.

Sheryl wants us to change but I'm not sure a change would do us good if only for the sake of change. It would be nice if she could tell us when the next volcano is set to blow or whether Bush might go nookular on somebody, or whether a meteor might hit, or whether the earth's orbit might suddenly take a new wobble before we hand over trillions of future GDP to tinpots and terror states.