Thoughts on the passing scene

I’ve been much quieter than I have wanted to be the past few weeks. I had posted some, prior to the loss my church family suffered but not a great deal. Then I just needed several days to absorb so many aspects of how I experienced God through tragedy that I basically shut the blog down for a bit.

But believe me I have had many opinions I have wanted to share. About ISIS, Ebola, elections, and on and on. But I have resisted in most cases. How many different ways do I need to state the obvious about our current administration. So I have mostly just posted in a more focused area (the green movement) or not posted at all.

I’ll have quite a bit to say in the next four or five days. Until then, here is an article I am quoted in. Honored to be included in this piece. http://www.redstate.com/diary/energyrabbit/2014/10/13/marita-noon-regcession-americans-arent-feeling-obamas-vigorous-recovery/

A Loss Beyond Words

L to R Joshua, Michael, Monica, Caleb

L to R Joshua, Michael, Monica, Caleb

This past Friday, my family lost a family. Dear friends of our’s, who were also our church Youth Pastor family and my son’s mentors, were tragically killed in a car accident on their way to vacation. I was asked to be the media spokesman for the church which was a surreal experience. I did interviews with a dozen media outlets. All were very sensitive and the few stories that I have had a chance to see in print or on television were well handled. I was asked to write the official press statement for the church. It reads as follows:

The Rosebower Baptist Church family is stunned by the tragic loss of the Cruce family. Michael, Monica, Joshua, and Caleb were more than just our youth minister and family, they were vital links in our bond of love. They had been on our staff for ten years and had mentored, counseled, instructed and ministered to both our youth and the church body as a whole. While we are heartbroken with grief at this time, we cling to the words of Scripture with full faith that we need not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep.

 

Novel Becomes Energy Crystal Ball

 

Energy Crystal Ball

In 2008 when I began writing my novel Going Green, I spent many hours asking myself the question, “Why?” With all the problems in the nation, why would the Senate of the USA waste time listening to a hysterical Al Gore overreact about the dangers of so called “man-made global warming.” At the time I was much less educated on the research, but with twenty-four years of deductive reasoning under my belt as a chemist, I already knew that Gore’s presentation didn’t make logical sense.

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Lies, Lies and More Lies

It was difficult to listen to President Obama today tell one falsehood after another about the fallacious threat of climate change to the UN general assembly. I predicted all of this in my novel Going Green .(See chapter 62 if you have a copy. Purchase one from me here on the site if you don’t. I’ll be glad to personalize it for you. I should have Pay Pal capability here on the site within the next 24 hours.) Now we see it playing out in real life before our eyes. All of it, the theory, the feigned concern for the planet (which is under no threat), even the phony protestors who were bought and paid for is based in lies and distortions.

Meanwhile, after giving ISIS a good warning and plenty of time to climb into bomb shelters, Obama places American Pilots in harms way so that he can put on a light show for the world and make the liberal press fawn over how tough he suddenly is.

So much to say, so little time.

If you are a Paducah resident, and you are watching the drama with Paducah Power, or worse yet, if you are paying for their mistakes. How ironic is it that this all broke on the day of the big UN Climate Change speech.  See my comment on the WPSD facebook page. I’ll post it here for your convenience:

As Paducah residents watch these hearings, we must realize that we are looking into a crystal ball. Under President Obama’s carbon reduction initiatives, all power plants will become as expensive as Prairie States. That brand spanking new power generation facility is not over-budget because of corruption, it is over-budget because hyper-regulation pushed planners to employ incredibly expensive pollution control technologies. These cost overruns are a fraction of what consumers can expect as unrealistic carbon limits force unproven technologies like carbon sequestration to be employed. I have worked in power generation for 27 years. TVA could have made all the cheap, reliable, safe, and yes…environmentally responsible power Paducah needed for decades. However, our nation’s insistence on attempting to solve the fallacious problem of man caused climate change as well as other draconian environmental regulations has led to a regulatory environment where plants like Shawnee and EEI will have a difficult time remaining viable.

 

Protect the Poor: Ten Reasons To Oppose Harmful Climate Change Policies

Below I have posted the actual document that the World Magazine Article was referring to. I was proud to be invited to be one of its initial endorsers. Please read the ten reasons below and prayerfully consider adding your name to the document. You can do that here.

Ten Reasons To Oppose Harmful Climate Change Policies

 

 

  1. As the product of infinitely wise design, omnipotent creation, and faithful sustaining (Genesis 1:1–31; 8:21–22), Earth is robust, resilient, self-regulating, and self-correcting. Although Earth and its subsystems, including the climate system, are susceptible to some damage by ignorant or malicious human action, God’s wise design and faithful sustaining make these natural systems more likely—as confirmed by widespread scientific observation—to respond in ways that suppress and correct that damage than magnify it catastrophically.
  2. Earth’s temperature naturally warms and cools cyclically throughout time, and warmer periods are typically more conducive to human thriving than colder periods.
  3. While human addition of greenhouse gases, particularly carbon dioxide (CO2), to the atmosphere may slightly raise atmospheric temperatures, observational studies indicate that the climate system responds more in ways that suppress than in ways that amplify CO2’s effect on temperature, implying a relatively small and benign rather than large and dangerous warming effect.
  4. Empirical studies indicate that natural cycles outweigh human influences in producing the cycles of global warming and cooling, not only in the distant past but also recently.
  5. Computer climate models, over 95% of which point toward greater warming than has been observed during the period of rapid CO2 increase, do not justify belief that human influences have come to outweigh natural influences, or fears that human-caused warming will be large and dangerous.
  6. Rising atmospheric CO2 benefits all life on Earth by improving plant growth and crop yields, making food more abundant and affordable, helping the poor most of all.
  7. Abundant, affordable, reliable energy, most of it now and in the foreseeable future provided by burning fossil fuels, which are the primary source of CO2 emissions, is indispensable to lifting and keeping people out of poverty.
  8. Mandatory reductions in CO2 emissions, pursued to prevent dangerous global warming, would have little or no discernible impact on global temperatures, but would greatly increase the price of energy and therefore of everything else. Such policies would put more people at greater risk than the warming they are intended to prevent, because they would slow, stop, or even reverse the economic growth that enables people to adapt to all climates. They would also harm the poor more than the wealthy, and would harm them more than the small amount of warming they might prevent.
  9. In developed countries, the poor spend a higher percentage of their income on energy than others, so rising energy prices, driven by mandated shifts from abundant, affordable, reliable fossil fuels to diffuse, expensive, intermittent “Green” energy, will in effect be regressive taxes—taxing the poor at higher rates than the rich.
  10. In developing countries, billions of the poor desperately need to replace dirty, inefficient cooking and heating fuels, pollution from which causes hundreds of millions of illnesses and about 4 million premature deaths every year, mostly among women and young children. To demand that they forgo the use of inexpensive fossil fuels and depend on expensive wind, solar, and other “Green” fuels to meet that need is to condemn them to more generations of poverty and the high rates of disease and premature death that accompany it.

 

A Call to Action

 

In light of these facts,

 

  1. We call on Christians to practice creation stewardship out of love for God and love for our neighbors—especially the poor.
  2. We call on Christian leaders to study the issues and embrace sound scientific, economic, and ethical thinking on creation stewardship, particularly climate change.
  3. We call on political leaders to abandon fruitless and harmful policies to control global temperature and instead adopt policies that simultaneously reflect responsible environmental stewardship, make energy and all its benefits more affordable, and so free the poor to rise out of poverty.

Direct Threat To You and Your Family

Of all the topics I blog about, this is the one that I think is the most immediately dangerous to ever person that reads this blog. Next week Mr. Obama will host a gigantic hype-fest about the need to stop global warming. This will be done in conjunction with the United Nations Secretary General and a few far left leaning multi-billionaires. One billionaire will be busing in 100,000 protestors at his own expense (room, meals and travel will be paid for).  Even the NAZIS couldn’t do propaganda like this.

Keep in mind that all of this is being done for a fallacy. There is no threat from global warming. There is no warming. There is no adverse affect from so called carbon. Over the next five days, I will be posting some VERY important information. PLEASE read these articles. Some will be written by friends of mine. This is a naked reach for immediate control of your lives. I will provide proof. Obama seeks a binding executive action to control how much energy you are allowed to have and how much you will pay. If he controls your families energy supply…he controls you.

The first post is coming up in a moment.

Red and Black Ties That Bind

My day had started at 4:30 a.m. After a few hours of work, some whirlwind errands, some last minute packing, and seven hours of driving, I had finally arrived in Atlanta.

“Why do I do this to myself?” I sighed. “I could have stayed home, saved a ton of money, and watched it from my recliner.”

My quest was to make it to my good friend Taron’s house. He has been my friend since we met as students at the University of Georgia in 1984. The following morning, the two of us were headed back to our alma mater, and those hallowed hedges of Sanford Stadium to watch our beloved Bulldogs play their season opener against Clemson. But … why?

Taron and I both have big screen televisions these days. I have a DVR, so I can pause the game and go get a coke. The viewing experience has never been better at home. Yet here I was, willing to drive over five hundred miles, with no tickets, to walk the campus from one end to the other in ninety eight degree heat, hoping for an opportunity to pay double, or more likely triple price, to get into the game. It made no practical sense.

The next morning things seemed a little more understandable as we donned our red and black official Georgia clothing and headed toward Athens, but in the back of my mind I was still asking myself if it was worth it. Along the route Taron and I reminisced about old times, but we spent much more time worrying about the future and shaking our head at the state of things.

When we finally hit campus, I grumbled to myself again about paying thirty dollars to park a good mile from Sanford Stadium. I shook my head at my own stupidity, as sweat poured from our brows as we tromped through every tailgate party we could find with two fingers aloft in search of tickets. “I’m too old and too wise for this,” I actually said aloud. Then I thought to myself, this time would probably be my last.

We got the tickets and they were the best I’d ever had. The fifty yard line split our seats right down the middle. We had plenty of time to attend the Dawg Walk, where players walk through a corridor formed by fans and the band on their way to the locker room.

Photo credit: Logan Booker, Bulldawg Illustrated

Photo credit: Logan Booker, Bulldawg Illustrated

I stood there in the sweltering heat, awaiting a procession of nineteen- to twenty-three-year-olds whom I had never met and will never meet again. Despite myself, I was getting caught up in the crowd’s excitement. I looked up and saw a three-year-old girl in a cute little cheerleader outfit. She was sitting on her daddy’s shoulder and waving her red and black pompoms. I got a lump in my throat as I remembered the way my own daughter, now all grown up, had once done the same.

The band was there, and the Drum Major had them strike the first notes of the fight song, “Glory, Glory to Ol’ Georgia … ” It was the song I sang to the top of my lungs as a student in ’84. Beside me was a handsome young couple, probably about twenty years old, and they were singing to the top of their lungs too. I joined in and for a moment forgot about the heat.

Later we made our way to our seats. I struck up a conversation with two older men in the seats behind me. Both were in their seventies. We made small talk mostly, but we talked about the Bulldogs too and what they might be this season, and whether or not we dared to get our hopes too high.

From my seat

My view at the 50-yard line.

The band marched, the pomp and ceremony was unleashed, and the Bulldogs stormed out onto the field. As the Dawgs burst through the paper G held by the cheerleaders, all things seemed possible. An SEC Title seemed in reach, a national championship just around the corner. It was opening day, and we were undefeated.

My friend and I cheered with great gusto, and I noticed the elderly gentlemen were giving it their all as well. We all knew all the same cheers. The game was a real battle through three quarters and every time the DAWGS were defending on a second or third down, we leapt to our feet with ninety-two thousand others. The heat was more oppressive than ever, but the game was on the line, the opportunity lay before us to hang on to our optimism, so we downed one bottle of water after another and rose to cheer once more.

Then the Bulldogs began to dominate, and the excitement built to a fever pitch. High-fives were exchanged between Taron and me and the elderly gentlemen, and the two guys to my left and the father and son to Taron’s right, all of whom we had shared friendly conversation with during time outs. After a long touchdown run we made the high-five rounds, but added a fist bump for the guys in front who we’d never so much as spoken with prior to that.

Student Section

Photo credit: Logan Booker, Bulldawg Illustrated

That’s when it hit me. I knew why I did it and would likely keep doing it, as the two gentlemen sitting behind me. All ninety-two thousand of us were human. And despite the fact that we like to think of ourselves as independent or as loners, there is nothing we desire more than to be with other like-minded humans. We seek unity in diversity, E Pluribus Unum–out of many, one. On Saturdays in Athens, when the Red and Black is worn with pride, there are no racial divides, or political parties, or wedge issues. For that brief snapshot in time, we are all united. We are all one Bulldog nation. And we long for that in our “real” lives … we yearn for it. But it eludes us.

Bulldogs young and old love Athens. We flock to it from literally every corner of the nation. From the three-year-old little girl with her pompoms, to the twenty-year-old couple, to Taron and me, to the elderly men, we know the cheers. They are the cheers of our forbearers from football seasons going all the way back to the 1800s. In a world of constant and overwhelming change, the cheers stay the same and that comforts us and warms us. When we learned the cheers we were young and vibrant, hope was in abundance, the future was before us, and everything was possible … for the Bulldogs and for us.

Sanford

Go Dawgs! Photo Credit: Logan Booker and Bulldog Illustrated

The game ended with a decisive Bulldog victory. We shook hands with the new found friends, not conscious of the fact that we will likely never see them again. There was a twinkle in our eyes as we departed because we knew that the dream of a national championship would live another week. We walked, at first in a sea of red and black, towards our cars. Then as we branched out further from the stadium, our numbers dwindled, until finally Taron and I walked alone through the last dark parking lot. We drove off through the night dehydrated and drained. Faint smiles still lingered on our faces as we rode silently down a dark Georgia highway barreling headlong back into reality. But we had been there hadn’t we? What we’d felt was real, wasn’t it … just for a little while? That we were united as one, and in our hearts we’d all been young again, and hope had overflowed, and all things had seemed possible … Go Dawgs!