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Lughnasadh 2007

Wednesday, Aug. 01, 2007 - 12:53 a.m.

Today is Lughnasadh, so if you observe it, have a lovely one.

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Here's the lastest piece of junk science having to do with Global Warming and hurricanes.

Here's the quote that got me worked up. The italics are mine:

This new study, published in Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society in London, looks at the frequency of these storms from 1900 to the present and it says about twice as many form each year now compared to 100 years ago.

What a bunch of fucking bullshit.

Let me ask you this, my friends -- Is it POSSIBLE that we simply have more machinery now than we did a hundred years ago with which to SEE hurricanes???

This same sort of logic can be properly applied to a working theory that there are now more stars in the sky than there were a hundred years ago. I mean look! We SEE more of them now than we did back in the 19th and 20th century!!!

Mind you, I'm not discounting every sentence in every theory.

But if some of it is loaded down with such craptacular junk science, that sort of invalidates the rest of what that junk science is trying to embellish.

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Old Buddy Dave tells me that the dog that used to be in his apartment building's backyard vanished shortly after an onsite visit from one of the landlords.

It was a good dog, but noisy.

But frankly, the people raising it just didn't quite have the battery power upstairs to be doing so.

A dog takes work and commitment. I never thought the people who owned it were aware of that.

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Okay, that's it. Have a nice Wednesday!

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