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Saturday, June 13, 2009

My Green Vassal

"Where there is a Lull in Truth, an Institution springs up." ~Henry David Thoreau
"The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out... without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane, intolerable." ~ H. L. Mencken

Brief article concerning the sun's role in planetary warming

Watch part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8
Modern environmentalism has nothing to do with naturalism. Environmentalism is a political paradigm while naturalism exists as a philosophical/spiritual/empirical perspective. Naturalism happens every time you feel the pulse of nature -- the aesthetic, spiritual, primal connection binding you to the natural world. Real. Tangible. Without force or state compulsion. Environmentalism happens when you donate to PETA or pay your carbon taxes to the globalist elite (fear "cap and trade"). Environmentalism happens when some third-world slum-dweller burns wildebeest shit to heat his genetically modified rice -- his nation never allowed to industrialize thanks in large part to the bureaucratic tyranny of the green stasi. Environmentalism happens when the family farm is regulated out of existence and nutrients are considered toxins by eugenicists at the UN.
When your property is confiscated or your back-yard garden is made criminal , you will not have to blame a naturalist. A twerpy, misguided fascist bureaucrat environmentalist, without doubt.
I'll take my hippie uncle who raises goats and grows his own herbs over the new green stasi any day. Even if he believes in Obama.

When I was a kid, my family would take annual trips to Nag's Head, North Carolina, near Kitty Hawk where the Wright brothers first flew, and we would stay in a rental right on the ocean. My parents and hippie uncles would take us out into the surf -- there we would get bombarded by waves, bounce over ominous swells, swim against a restless current, drift regardless of effort, body-surf back to shore. Repeat.
My sisters and I learned early to respect the immense power of the ocean. This ocean, I learned, is far greater than I. Far more powerful than my shabby mortal form.
Once, while a storm was brewing off in the deeper Atlantic, we rushed into the water to parley with the wild, choppy surf. Pyramidal waves would crash in from all sides, colliding, recombining, breaking again towards shore. Power and beauty. Danger and elation. Pure joy. Pure connection. A quarter of a century has passed, and I still remember the exhilaration of that moment as if I were just now drying off. Naturalism is when man remembers that he is a part of this Wildness. Beyond the matrix of culture and institutions. Somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city... to steal a bit from Gatsby. (ahh, Gatsby).
Modern environmentalism is bureaucracy. It is merely another system of control and manipulation.
I wonder the size of the carbon footprint created by the "global warming" propaganda movement (now they say "climate change" -- Orwell applauds). I wonder if Obama's sexy bag of fairy dust can organically cleanse the cesspool of waste wandering the halls of deception in DC. or will his dust merely do what other magic powders are known to do? The narcotized mind of the public-schooled and television-reared American will prove easy to seduce.
I smell burning ether.
Remember how resplendent the landscape can be? Remember the beautiful mountains and snow-topped ranges? Recall the ambling creeks and rivers of your Huckleberry childhood? They are being strangled by the litter of your filthy existence. Your bowels and gastric system are less forgiving to the atmosphere than the mean emission of an adult male your size. You should surrender now before the wilderness of your childhood is strangled in toxic ruin. The teeming creek-bed where you once caught crayfish with some string and some bacon will become the lurid tarn of Poe's debilitating nightmare. Because of carbon.
Your carbon, fucker.

What a joke. Meanwhile, shitheads like Al Gore travel the world in private jets collecting Nobel Prizes (is this reverso-world?), Oscars, Grammies, Mtv surfboards -- all while lecturing the plebeians about the over-indulgent ways of their lowly flatulent existence. Oh, what a scam, brothers and sisters.
Who in the world wants polluted water, clearcut forests, animal slaughter, air pollution? Put down your glass of fluoridated water. Step outside of the illusion. The only significant man-made pollution comes from corporations and governments. And I'd rather see them both disabled than accept the green tyranny of total human regulation based on phony science and elitist manipulation. The minute that idiots like Nancy Pelosi get to "inventory" my life, I take my chances in the Amazon.
If it is a choice between absolute freedom and absolute tyranny, the answer is quite clear. Like Jefferson, I'll take the problems and difficulties associated with freedom over those associated with servitude. Any day. Regardless of circumstances. Regardless of lifestyle-change or societal collapse. The liberty of the individual is absolute. The onerous system I can do without. As can you.
I wonder the carbon amassed by an endless war on terror (oh, change). What will it be to mobilize the police state against the public (oh, hope)? Will we finally see the unleashing of hidden alien technology? Project Bluebeam? Underground military bases? Underground cities? Reptilian control? Dulce?
Calling them conspiracies makes you sleep.
How about that genetically modified antibiotic burger? Is it USDA certified? Feel safe now? Sleep.
(Click to Examine Chart of Tyranny)

We do not need this giant machine over us. We do not need to be regulated or ruled. We do not need to regulate or rule others. We need to stop empowering institutions over men. Governmental force and compulsion is the death of human nature.

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