So I'm sitting here checking out the weather this morning and notice that my Mom and the Family Farm may be in the path of Hurricane Cousin Ida when she comes calling later this week.
But wait a minute, I also heard earlier where Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal had already declared a state of emergency in New Orleans for fear that Carl Rove and George Bush were sending another Hurricane after the poor and disenfranchised residents of the lower fifth ward and other areas of the city STILL FIRMLY SITUATED BELOW SEA LEVEL FOUR YEARS after Katrina swamped the place.
Any way, it looks like the storm is going to take an eastward turn and be further downgraded into a weak hurricane or a strong tropical storm as it comes inland somewhere between the Mississippi/Alabama line and Appalachacola, FL.
Me and members of my family have been there and done this drill dozens of times in the past 75 years and as I see it there's no reason to run to the grocery store and buy all of the bread and milk and peanut butter--but I'll leave the decision up to each individual.
We've never once in the middle of the aftermath of a half dozen strikes and near misses by the eyes of Hurricanes (Opal and Elloise come to mind) seen hide nor hair of FEMA at our houses and we're still alive and paying "our fair share" of taxes today.
If I were not going to be 450 miles north of ground zero I would gas up my car and probably make sure I had batteries for the radio and flashlights, but then again I did that every year in the spring when I lived within a mile of the Atlantic on the Georgia Coast and a hundred yards from the beach on the Gulf in Mexico Beach, FL.
I never ONCE had to sit around and wait for the GOVERNMENT to knock on my door and tell me to take steps to protect my life and property.
Did I mention that I still have a 1.5 KW generator packaged in the original shrink wrap box...left over from when we moved to St. Simons Island in 2003?
So I can just hear it now...after a quiet Atlantic/Gulf hurricane season, the wild eyed, sniveling, booger eating, eco-friendly tree hugging patchouli tie-died smelly former hippy tree huggers will announce, at a press conference with Owl Gore, that this mid-November Hurricane is yet additional PROOF of anthropological (i.e. man made for those of you that attended business admin classes at the University of Georgia) climate change.
Just watch...
They will...
Bet me...
OK...I'm shifting gears here now Boss...
What really got me started yelling this morning was when I started calculating the total amount of atmosphric Oxygen a valve I'm rebuilding sees in the process of handling 650 CFM of air, 24/7, 51 weeks a year at 40 bars of pressure (588 pounds per square inch.)
I had to look up a chart with the composition of air in order to run the calculations, and when I did I found this chart:
Check that crap out...BY WEIGHT...
Nitrogen 75.5%
Oxygen 23.2%
and the HATED Global warming Villain...Carbon Dioxide???
CO2 equals only...
Ready?
0.05% of our ENTIRE ATMOSPHERE
That's FIVE ONE HUNDRETHS OF ONE PERCENT...
Got that?
So IF I continue to smoke Cigars...
And IF I continue to drive my old Suburban getting 9 MPG
And IF I continue to burn my branches and leaves in my back yard in a big smoky pile
And IF I continue to use my charcoal grill
And IF I continue to just not give a crap in general about my "Carbon Footprint"...
And IF I continue to run my mouth at an accelerated rate...
Then...
after all of that stuff happens without government intervention.
AND THE LEVELS OF ATMOSPHERIC CARBON DIOXIDE DOUBLE OVER THE REST OF MY LIFE...
Carbon dioxide will still, on that horrible, yes even possibly cataclysmic day in the eyes of Owl Gore and the sniveling booger eating crowd et. al.
...
Only be...
0.10% of the total mass of our atmosphere.
Now in light of these statistics, DOES anybody else out there besides me wonder what all the noise is about?
Yea...I thought so...
Dammit...
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