Dear Prager Fan: This is an article about Climate.
Forty five years ago yesterday, December 18, 1965, with competition coming from two other similar occasions, was the greatest moment of my adult life…..the birth of my firstborn, Christian Robert Earl Ray. I have a “John Boehner moment” , every time I think about this and those two other events.
I often have John Boehner moments. Obama Democrats could really make fun of me. But, then I am in good, very good company, because Dennis Prager has regular “John Boehner moments”, as well.
For the first time in my life I was certain I could be a killer……In one evening in less than an hour, when this little creature came home into our bedroom, my being was changed. I became a Guard Dog.
New lines had been drawn around that which would be guarded at all costs. These lines were expanded when my daughter and later my second son were born……the other two greatest events…by far….of my awakened existence.
I never knew anything about a paternal instinct. It was never discussed in any class, not even in Geology 118 at the University of Minnesota. I guess about only half or fewer human males have such an instinct. (About ten per cent of the human female apparantly doesn’t have a noticeable maternal instinct either.)
What does this have to do with climate? It stirs memory.
I am looking out my window onto my beautifully gardened landscape. Much of it is buried under four feet of snow or MORE. For over a month snow flakes have been piling up and swirling around. It has be cold….without relief…..Nothing has melted.
Yesterday, I remembered looking out the window of a waiting room at a hospital on the same day many years ago.
I remembered December 18, 1965, as I remember few other dates…..and I well remember the weather. Instead of four feet of snow and below zero temperatures by Fahrenheit scale, it was a moist, rather muggy day of a little over 55 degrees. The clouds were heavy and low, and breaking up. Lawns were still green. Foliage on many trees had not yet committed their ‘fall’. We hadn’t been exposed to Al Gore and his friends at the United Nations yet.
Those who know the Minnesota outdoors would guess it was a warm and humid mid September day.
Most Minnesotans don’t know the Minnesota outdoors anymore…..one reason they can be so easily suckered by preachers like Al Gore’s spreading his political mythology , that the Earth is facing imminent disaster, that the disaster is caused by American mankind, and that the disaster agent is the ‘pollutant’, carbon dioxide.
I learned in Miss Marie Hart’s public school General Science class in 1948 that no life as we know it can exist without carbon dioxide, no more a pollutant than oxygen.
When I was in grade school most Minnesotans were farmers. Other Minnesotans worked outdoors regularly, not yet replaced by a variety of machines. Most Minnesotans had little ones. These little Minnesotans walked to school even in Fahrenheit tempertures down from twenty below zero…..who after school when it warmed up by ten to twenty degrees, these little ones would play in the snow igloos they had built last week or yesterday. I was one of them.
From 1939 to 1952 this little Minnesotan never had a school day cancelled due to weather. I am 76 years old.
And I think America is going mad.
As an undergrad, I flunked Geology 118 (Geomorphology, a class taught by Herbert Wright)…..the only school class of failure of my life….I got Ds however, in ROTC in 1952. I didn’t last long in that mix. Despite my geomorphology grade my geology classes gave me the greatest understanding of this planet, Earth, than any other collections of discipline.
I wonder if president Barack Hussein Obama or climate guru, Al Gore’ know what geology study entails.
Who, these days, does? In our today when student know-nothings choose their own classes and select their paths to their undergraduate degrees, how many would you guess, sign up for geology? How many would be guys? Just asking!
Years after my class failure, fate turned out the Professor Wright’s son, Greg, showed up as a junior highschool student in my beginning Russian class at the University of Minnesota Lab school. Rumor reached the Wrights that Greg like the Russian class. I was invited to dinner. At the table I mentioned my experience as a student of Professor Wright. He asked if I like the class. I mentioned I was a bit disappointed in my grade. I reminded him that he had established the requirements for passing….. 25% term paper, 30% , for midterm exam and 45% for final. I had received a C- on the term paper, a B- on the midterm, but failed the course.
Professor Wright shifted in his chair at the table a bit. “Well, what happened”, he asked.
“I knew the chemistry items on the final were a bit over my head…..but I did expect the totals for the class would allow me to get credit for it. You don’t remember, but I stopped by to see you about the grade.”
“And, what did I say?”
“You looked at your statistics…… looked at me and said”,…… “Well, Glenn, there are degrees of failure, arent there?”. I told him I remembered that answer was as good as any…..We laughed.
I remember Geology 118: Geomorphology as one of the toughest courses ever.
P.S. I deserved my ‘F’.
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