Here’s my take: Fat people cause global warming…and skinny people cause global warming. As the article below explains, fat people cause global warming because it takes so much more fuel to ship all that food to keep their massive bellies full. Skinny people, however, are causing global warming because their candy-ass vegan diets are causing their bellies to swell with massive amounts of green house gasses that eventually squeak out through their organic cotton jeans and escape into the atmosphere, threatening all of humanity with their earth-killing flatulence.
GENEVA (Reuters) – Obesity contributes to global warming, too.
Obese and overweight people require more fuel to transport them and the food they eat, and the problem will worsen as the population literally swells in size, a team at the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine says.
Maybe I just don’t understand. Global warming causes more and less hurricanes and tropical storms? More AND Less?! It seems like just a couple years ago, just after Katrina kicked the folks in the Gulf square in the teeth, the experts told us that the next couple of hurricane seasons would be the worst we’d ever seen. Well, that didn’t happen the first year. Didn’t happen the next year either. So now, it will be not just be more hurricanes, but less hurricanes as well. How could they possibly be wrong with such intellectually sound reasoning such as that?
It reminds me of the rehab scene in Walk Hard: “I’m hot and I’m cold!” “He’s hot, and he’s cold, Doctor!” “He needs more blankets, and less blankets!”Â
There will be more and less hurricanes. Global temperatures will rise and fall. Glaciers will shrink and grow. The holes in the ozone layer get bigger and smaller. It’s all most of our faults and IQ’s are dropping everywhere!
It’s a freaking joke people! They are lying to us to generate grant money, because a mundane future only generates mundane funding! If a researcher wants big money for future research, they have to predict big problems for that future. It’s not science. It’s politics, and it’s socia(environmenta)lism, and we keep falling for it!
I just wanted to share some of Grandpa Zorko’s history with you.
Grandpa, Private Zorko at the time, was in the fourth boat that landed on Omaha Beach in Normandy, France, on D-Day, June, 6, 1944. The first three boats were destroyed. During the invasion, the U.S. 29th and 1st Infantry Divisions confronted the 352nd, the best of Germany’s coast divisions. The invasion almost failed, but with dedicated local leadership and a cost of over 2000 lives, the troops made it inland.
Many of Grandpa’s fellow soldiers, and superiors, were among those 2000. He was given a field promotion to the rank of Sergeant that day on Omaha beach.
He didn’t really talk about it for over sixty years, until he moved in with Mom, where he told her some of the stories about that time in his life that she had never heard before. He was so humble, he had earned service medals in the war that he never bothered to claim.
When J. Island was in France last summer, he got the chance to walk on Omaha Beach in Normandy, and learn a little about what happened there. He wrote Grandpa’s name in the sand, and took a picture of it. He gave the picture to Grandpa when he got back from the trip.
At Grandpa’s funeral, a large Honor Guard was present and he was given graveside military honors. He received a 3-volley salute, a bugler played Taps, and Mom was presented with the American Flag that had draped his casket. It was a deep and touching moment closing the final chapter in his long full life.
He was put to rest next to Grandma, where he will always be at peace. We will all miss them.
Historic Cyclones
From the Weather Underground, via Planet Gore. Please forward this to Al so he can stop embarassing himself. The twenty deadliest cyclones (that we know about): [read more]
On April 23-28, my friends Derek, Steve, and Aaron came up from California to join me on a mountain biking vacation in Fruita, CO and Moab, UT. They got to Rock Springs late on Tuesday night, April 22, and we spent all day Wednesday showing Steve and Aaron around town and giving Derek a chance to get caught up with old friends. I took them on a quick tour out to Firehole and back around Sage Creek where we were able to scare up plenty of antelope, deer, and even a herd of elk.
On Thursday, we headed for Fruita. We checked in at the Fat Tire Festival headquarters, then got our hotel rooms in Grand Junction, and headed back to Fruita for free food and drinks at the Stonehaven Inn.
On Friday, we headed out to Kokopelli’s Trail Area where we rode Mary’s Loop and Horsethief Bench Loop. We were a little late getting back to Fruita for any festival activities, but the great folks at Single Tracks Bike Shop fed us great burgers and cold beer. Their hospitality was top notch. We finished up the night with a trip to the hotel jacuzzi and a good night’s sleep.
On Saturday, we headed up to Bookcliffs Trail area where we pedaled up Prime Cut and made a loop back on Chutes and Ladders. After a break at the bottom, we pedaled back to the top and took the Kessel Run back to the parking area. All I can say about the Kessel Run is WOW! The funnest 2 miles in less than ten minutes that you can possibly imagine. It was so fun we did it three more times. After a dinner at Applebees and quick showers we headed back to the festival for some music and fun. On the way back we got caught up in a sobriety checkpoint courtesy of the Colorado State Troopers. I was a good boy that night though, and we got back to the hotel without a problem.
Sunday was a travel day as we headed to Moab, UT for some desert riding. I shuttled the others for an easy ride down Gemini Bridges in Canyonlands, followed by a quick driving tour of Arches National Park. We managed to get in a couple miles of hiking before dark before we headed back to town and a good dinner at the Fiesta Mexicana restaurant.
On Monday, after a quick trip to the bike shop for a tune up on Derek’s bike, we headed to the world famous Slickrock Trail in the Sandflats Recreation area. Simply put, the Slickrock trail can only be described as “horrific joy.” Until you get the hang of riding on slickrock, the descents are pure terror. The climbs are grueling and the heat is almost unbearable, but in the end it was worth every minute. As miles added up, we got more comfortable with the terrain and began to have massive amounts of fun. So much so that Derek and Steve couldn’t keep themselves from rolling around with their bikes in a big sandpit! We finally made it back to the trailhead where we celebrated and took a few pictures at the Slickrock sign.
After the trail, we had dinner at Zax Pizza place and then headed for home. During the drive I got the news that Grandpa had just passed away, so it put a little damper on what had been an absolutely amazing weekend of riding. I was sad that I wasn’t there with him at the end, but I’m sure he would have appreciated where I was and what I was doing. It was Grandpa that taught me to appreciate the great outdoors and I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted me to be doing anything else, anywhere else.
Overall, was a wonderful few days of mountain biking and friendship. It gave me a chance to spend a lot of time with my oldest friend, Derek, to build on my more recent friendship with Steve, and to start a new friendship with Aaron. I learned that I could do things on a mountain bike that I forgot years ago, and that I could push myself past physical limits that I didn’t know I could get close to.
Below is a link to a photo album of the trip and some videos we took along the way. I hope you enjoy them and I can’t wait to do it again!
– 04-Aug-2009 16:064.6, 24.7mm, 0.025 sec, ISO 200
– 28-Apr-2008 10:42
– 27-Apr-2008 13:56
– 16-Jul-2008 11:59
– 31-Jul-2009 07:40SONY DSC-T900, 4.5, 6.18mm, 0.008 sec, ISO 80
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Braveheart
"I'm the most wanted man on my island. Except I'm not on my island, of course. More's the pity."
"Your island? You mean Ireland."
"Yeah. It's MINE."
"You're a madman."
"I've come to the right place then."
...
"Like I said, it's my island."
"Your island?"
"MY ISLAND. Yup."
