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Nobody reads Rolling Stone.  Seriously.

I read it in high school when I wanted to read reviews of U2’s new album or find out if A Flock of Seagulls was coming close to me on their tour.  That was before I matured and my interests became less ridiculous.  Even in those days, I never considered RS more than a music rag, even when they tried to be all newsy and serious by reporting on the 1980s health club scene or US involvement in Central America.  Even when they were trying that tenuous “serious news publication” tack, they still led with a full size photo of some pop musician.

Still, among the perpetual adolescents of the music industry, there eventually emerges a nagging yen to be…relevant.  All the sex, drugs and rock n roll becomes boring after a few years, especially to those who merely report on it rather than indulge, and there comes a moment when these people realize the highlight of their career has been scoring a 45 minute interview with a 25-year-old high school dropout who screams obscenities into a microphone.

That’s gotta hurt.

That’s the only reason I can come up with as to why the children who publish Rolling Stone are taking on climate change.  They’re doing it in grand style, too, going so far as to push a scantily clad dimwit off the cover for a stark insult.

John O’Hara over at BigGovernment has an excellent piece in which he outlines the jejune tactics of the left when it comes to debate, which boil down to calling your opponents names and threatening them.  As you may notice, RS pulls no punches, insulting the objects of its derision in the space where Eminem’s scowling face would normally be.

Predictably, the substance of the article (cleverly titles, “As the World Burns”…aren’t they so cute?) is little more than finger pointing and name calling and is filled with undocumented, general claims, such as this:

In recent years, we have moved from talking about the possibility of climate change to watching it unfold before our eyes. The Arctic is melting, wildfires are turning into infernos, warm-weather insects are devouring forests, droughts are getting longer and more lethal. And the more we learn about climate change, the more it becomes apparent how enormous the risks are. Just a few years ago, researchers estimated that sea levels would likely rise 17 inches by 2100. Now they believe it could be three feet or more

This is hard-hitting, factual reporting in the eyes of Jann Wenner.  Reading such tripe is enough to make one bang his head against a desk to flush out the nonsense just introduced, and there are six more pages at least.  As a bonus, the stalwarts of the Rolling Stone editorial board name 19 “Climate Killers”, all big business, conservative types.  It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad.

At least nobody will read it.

Obama presents…Your Next Car!

Get ready, America!  The days of gas guzzling SUVs and inefficient sports cars are over.  Get ready for some subcontinental wizardry.  Detroit, sponsored by the Obama administration, presents your new car!

Presenting the appropriately named Nano, built by India’s Tata Motors.  Large enough to hold two hippies and a week’s supply of tofu, the Nano currently sells in India for about $2500.  Their plan is to introduce a version to America in the next few years.

Finally, the Yugo has a car it can laugh at.

When the Mini was introduced to America, I thought it was cool.  It was stylish and unusual and was marketed as a sporty car.  I still like them.  The smart Car was less appealing to me.  It looked more like a souped-up golf cart and was trying hard to push the green angle, but it still has its place.  This thing, however, is a bad idea.  A 1982 Honda Civic could kick its behind and steal its lunch money.  Look at the size of the wheels on this thing.  My niece’s power wheels Jeep has sturdier rims, and probably a more powerful engine.

With the Oclowna administration in charge of GM, don’t be surprised if something like this is being churned out of Detroit soon.  It may be ugly, puny, and unsafe, but it’s greener than your Yukon, so buy one or pay double your taxes.  Oh, and we’ll give you an extra deduction if you decorate your with one of those hope and changey O stickers.

Earth in the Balance in the fireplace

Global warming, now being called by the more fashionable and less restrictive “climate change”,  has become the anti-panacea for any shift in the weather.  Eco-nazis blame every tiny meteorological anomaly on the boogeyman of climate change and such changes, no matter how small, are irrefutable evidence of a man-made ecological nightmare that’s 5 – 10 years away (usually).  That is, of course, unless we do something drastic, which is lefty code for pay more taxes and surrender more freedom.

Well, it’s cold outside everywhere in the Northern Hemisphere, so the so-predictable-they’re-boring eco nuts are still whining about climate change.  Never mind that it’s winter and it’s supposed to be cold.  The fact that the coldest Orange Bowl in history was played last night matters not.  Just ask a scientist or two who have a financial stake in making certain the world’s population is scared to death of the spectre of global warming.  If you’re the AP, you’ll do just that, and refuse to speak to those who believe the whole thing is a scam.

Well, for some folks in Merrie Olde England, the combination of the bitter cold (as a result of global warming, remember) and the awful economy have caused them to take drastic measures indeed.  It appears that some of them have taken to burning books for warmth.  According to metro.co.uk,

A 500g book can sell for as little as 5p, while a 20kg bag of coal costs £5.

Do the math, and you’ll find that you can buy 100kg of books for the cost of 1/5 as much coal.  Of course, it’s the fault of the greedy energy companies that the older Brits are having to do such things, rather than that of a tax-happy government that seizes a significant portion of its citizens’ incomes and fritters it away on silly tax-raising summits.

I don’t know, but I’d bet that a copy of Our Choice by Al Gore would warm a council flat for a whole night.  And there are apparently plenty of them out there, on sale!

Change the rest of us can believe in

I’ve made no secret about my dislike and distaste for the man in the picture below.  Senator Save Our Seasons is about as tepid a conservative as they come.  Oh, he likes to pretend he’s a conservative, but the record speaks to the contrary.  This is the man who sponsored a bill (now a law) that limited campaign contributions and ushered in the era of Moveon.org and George Soros.  He pushed legislation through based on the most specious of science that will make it illegal to manufacture incandescent light bulbs in a few years.  And he brought Sarah Palin into the national spotlight, only to distance himself from her when it was determined that his base was FAR more excited about her than him, then show her utter disrespect after the loss.  I don’t think he realizes that had Palin not been on the ticket, he would have lost the 2008 election by triple digits.

But he’s senator for life, right?  A quick, half-hearted turn at the presidential plate wouldn’t put his day job in any jeopardy.  Well, that may be what Senator SOS thought, but it’s looking like he’s going to have a bit of competition this year.  McCain is up for reelection in 2010 and former Representative J.D. Hayworth is looking to take his seat.  McCain is doubly unpopular at the moment.  Nobody is really behind him.  A new conservative Senator from AZ would make a huge difference, since McCain is 3/4 Democrat.

Now if we could just find someone to replace Olympia Snowe.

Dumb, but not THAT dumb

Some students at the University of Utah have, like many of their jelly-brained generation, swallowed whole the notion that SUVs in Minnesota are killing penguins in Antarctica. This trend among the uneducated (i.e. college students) is reversing, thankfully, but there is still a number of true believers with too much time and too little common sense who think that if whe don’t immediately start living like the grand old days of 1435, we’ll all be sailing with Kevin Costner on funky catamarans trying to avoid Dennis Hopper and his army of jet ski riders.

So what’s an emotional, ill-informed collegian to do? Why, raise awareness!

A protest was scheduled for downtown Salt Lake City on Wednesday. Actually, a “scream-in” was scheduled where, presumably, those taking part would scream at those passing by. Not the best way to raise awareness, but at least it will make people look at you. The only problem is that Salt Lake City is being deluged with blizzard-like precipitation. So much so that only six (yes, that’s single digits) screamers showed up.

These kids are willing to sacrifice for their cause, as long as they don’t have to be uncomfortable doing it!

Clea Major, the fireplug behind this juggernaut of an event, declared it a success. I’m not sure how she arrives at that conclusion unless she’s taking credit for halting global warming, as evidenced by the foot of snow covering her Uggs. Rather, I think she’s just ignorant. If she believes that mankind can destroy what God hath wrought, then she’ll buy the notion that six shivering, pathetic college students makes a successful protest.

I’ll be willing to bet she had no shortage of people wiling to brave the weather for whichever “Ring in 2010″ celebration she attended last night. Maybe she can learn from this incident and serve jello shooters at her next global warming primal scream event.

Look at it this way, it’s almost mathematically impossible for her to do worse!

Out with the old

Old Man 2009 made his last appearace in Hawaii yesterday. 

No, wait!  That’s our president!  Looks like 2009 was as rough on him as it has been on those of us who didn’t write two autobiographies before our 45th birthday.  Vanity, thy name is Hussein, and this picture will not be received well by a man who is so conscious of his image that he refuses to let the press corps take photos of him smoking.  Normally, the servile press is all too happy to oblige their messiah, but someone at the AP didn’t get the memo that the edict extends to all unflattering pictures.  Looks like someone won’t be invited to the luau.

Has anyone out there seen a picture of Obama in his spectacles?  Me neither.

Reboot 2010

Happy New Year!

With a new year I’ve decided to return to my writing exercise I call a blog and start making myself work.  I’ve changed the look of the site and have some other plans.  I’ve been very lax with this page since the election of the weakest president in American history (this guy makes Neville Chamberlain look like George S. Patton!), but it’s time to return.

Be looking for new commentary and content and further changes as the months progress.

I hope your 2010 is better than your 2009.

Testing out Flock

This is a test post…it will be deleted, not that anyone cares.  I’m testing blogging from Flock.

Coming soon

I’ve basically taken a break since Oclowna won the election, but it’s time to get back in the thick of it.  These jerks are stealing our liberties right under our noses!  I know no one reads this, but I’m coming back.  The site looks weird, yes, but I’m working on that and it will be back to the old pre-election EJ soon, my brothers!

The deafening silence

Since the election I have been remiss in by blogging.  One reason is that I’m still just bummed out about the result.  The election took a lot of steam out of me and it will take some time to regenerate it.  The other reason is that I am trying to write 50,000 words by the end of the month for the National Novel Writing Month which ends on November 30, so all my free writing time is there.  I didn’t get started until the 13th, so I’m behind the curve, but I feel confident I can get it done.

I guess what I’m saying is that there likely will be few updates until December, so forgive the lack of output and remember that I’m not quitting, just recuperating.