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Stuff I didn’t know

Road trip again. Ignore me if I’m beginning to bore you with my heretofore unexplored positivity. It’s not that I don’t care about the latest terrorist outrage in Brussels, because all I feel is a sad certainty in my bones that the situation is all too avoidable and a bit of a cultural own goal. If it were down to me, the politicians who laid the groundwork by supporting mass immigration from a hostile culture would be made to write out ten thousand times; “I must stop importing voters from incompatible cultures” and “I will not sell out my own people to gain short term political power” before being sent to their rooms without any supper. Permanently.

Nonetheless, Nashville is all booked, our ‘America the Beautiful’ National Parks pass has arrived and I’m avidly examining our options for the trek back westbound across the great divide. One thing I didn’t know about the USA is that up until the mid 1300’s it was home to a thriving culture. A civilisation that began to die out at the end of the Medieval Warm Period.

Called the Mississippian culture, it appears to have been of Mayan in origin (because Mississippian art has distinct similarities to middle Mayan, look it up) and spread north up the Mississippi and it’s tributaries from 600AD onwards to far as agricultural practices of the time would support it. Then as the global climate began to cool in the mid-14th Century prior to the Little Ice Age, this culture began to disintegrate, the population largely abandoning their ‘cities’ as their political structures began to fail along with their crops. Three to four hundred years later European settlers began to arrive in the area, finding only hectares of grassed over mounds and the mainly nomadic descendants of the Mississippians. The best example of these mound cities being the Cahokia Mounds near St Louis.

Now as I’ve said before, Mrs S and I are avid history buffs, she covers the more academic side, and I have instincts trained by years of tramping the English countryside and it’s plethora of Deserted Medieval Village sites, with all their lumps, bumps and crop marks punctuating otherwise deserted pastures. Which is why we’re spending an extra day on the eastern side of St Louis. She reading the books, me spotting the landscape and map reading then discussing our respective findings in the evening over a long drink. Because up until last night we’d never come across this culture, being brought up on the limited narrative surrounding the ‘wild’ (and some argue, mild) west. Which tends to pointedly ignore the French and Spanish influences in these lands (De Soto expedition and subsequent Spanish colonisation, the Louisiana purchase which the French had nicked off the locals whilst fighting British claims in the not so frozen north) before the main tranche of northern European settlers arrived. Which is all absolutely brand spanking new to me. There’s still this narrative about how wild and uncivilised North America was, yet for long periods North America was relatively civilised and colonised. Until it all fell apart in internecine warfare and crop failure from around 1350AD onwards. Which is stuff I previously didn’t know anything about. Well, not really. But which I’m quite looking forward to finding more out about.

Anything else? Well over at the professional pilots forum there’s talk of more debris, possibly from MH370 washing up on the South African shoreline. Which confirms that it went down in the Southern Indian Ocean. Although that’s a big deep piece of water, perhaps too big and deep for even the modern wonders of sidescan sonar to explore with any accuracy. I did once ask a respected Oceanographer about the definition of sonar at those depths. His answer surprised me. At the depths and densities of water found at 3000 metres, sidescan sonar definition can be as much as ten metres between contours. No wonder the search teams are planning on giving up in June this year.

The dog returns to his vomit

Well, like a Zombie from the nethermost pits of hell, and for better or worse, Bill Sticker is making another comeback. Why? Oh I don’t know. I suppose there are things that need saying. Piss that needs taking.

Piss that needs taking? I hear my single weekly reader ask. Well actually yes. Out of the whole smoke and mirrors media raft of obfuscations. Oh, I’m not sure if what I know is the absolute Truth with a capital T, I’ll leave that to the readers of Fortean Times and David Icke. I’ll base what I think I know on real life observation. Things as they are, not what some well funded think tanks full of bien pensants, or tinfoil hat wearing eccentric would have everyone believe. In what it is hoped will be an amusing fashion.

The current gift that keeps on giving is one of those expeditions to ‘prove’ there really is such a thing as man made global warming. At the height of the Southern Hemisphere’s Summer, a boatload of ‘climate activists’ went on a trip – and got stuck in the ice. Then they were rescued. At great cost by helicopter and icebreaker – and the rescue icebreaker got stuck in the ice. Not just an ordinary ship, but a massive engined, thick plated behemoth of an Antarctic icebreaker, the Xue Long. When an Australian ice rated vessel couldn’t get within ten nautical miles. Through the ice.

Ice, which according to the pro man made climate change faction, shouldn’t be there. Because according to them, the world is going to overheat and we’ll all drown, or fry, or our putative grandchildren will die horribly in some indeterminate manner, and it’ll all somehow be our fault. Not theirs of course, with their globe trotting proselytising and trips to Antarctica and suchlike. No, no, no. They are merely the messengers and therefore guiltless. Yeah, right.

Of course these activists could have not got stuck in the Antarctic ice, which they would have the great unwashed believe was no longer there. Word is, when the Russian Skipper of their vessel told them to get back on board, quickly please, as the ice was getting thicker than a blue whale club sandwich with a side order of cocktail penguin, putting even the ships ice strengthened hull at risk, what happened? Like a bunch of sulky schoolchildren, these activists dragged their feet, and by the time they were all back on board whining louder than the ships diesels about the bunks and the lack of certain beverages, guess what? Icebound and needing rescue. Nor is it the first time.

No doubt the poor bloody Russian Skipper of the Akademik Shokalskiy will be hung out to dry for this incident. Incompetents always try to shift blame onto the front line guys who can’t fight back. Like First World War generals whose idea of sensible tactics was human wave assaults into a rising sun against entrenched machine guns, the blame is often shifted onto the shortcomings of the poor bloody infantry, not the way they are told how to do a job. As always, sympathies are extended to the poor working stiffs (Captain and crew) who are shafted by arrogant people who claim some delusional moral and intellectual high ground. Also to the real scientists on Antarctic bases whose supplies are stuck in the ice along with the activists. Ah, no one mentions them do they? The reason the rescuing icebreakers are actually out there in the first place? Resupply of Antarctic bases? Watching their budgets being eaten up to rescue a bunch of activist tourists? Word is that this rescue has blown the contingency budget of Australia’s Antarctic program and disrupted its scientific work. Also the Chinese, and a special two week project the French had time and funds earmarked for. All gone. Yves Frenot, director of the French Polar Institute has publicly expressed his misgivings.

In his classic essay ‘The madness of crowds’ Charles MacKay posited that “Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.” This whole man made climate change meme appears to be one of the mania’s of which MacKay wrote so eloquently. No matter the failure of warming predictions, the true believers, well funded as they are, continue in their madness. Perhaps they realise that it is only a matter of time before the jig is up, and they are fighting a desperate rearguard action to the final bunker, leaving the scientific method a wasteland behind them. They will have spent all the money, and then some, which could have been used for more worthy projects.

Why the activists didn’t just book a berth on one of the National Geographic, or other cruise ships that regularly ply Antarctic waters, some even doing really cool stuff like this. They could have left the real science to the guys at the Antarctic research stations, and enjoyed the journey in more comfort.

Real science is suffering and will continue to do so. Because despite mounting observational evidence to the contrary, and precious little for, the global climate is not warming in line with the activist-alarmist predictions. Unfortunately this salient raft of evidence seems not to have percolated into the media bubble realities surrounding many ‘top level’ Western Politicians. Probably because much of the ‘professional’ political class don’t have the training or intellect necessary to make necessary distinctions. Especially, but not exclusively, on the left of centre. To be even handed, I’d also like to point out the Bible thumping extreme right being just as locked into their raft of pet delusions. Maybe the majority of politicians don’t want to be the first to break ranks. Like Canada, China, India and Australia.

Alternatively, one can only assume that there is some form of brain rotting infection stalking the European and US corridors of power. Maybe a team of health inspectors should give their kitchens and suppliers a good going over. Although degenerative conditions like new variant CJD and associated prion induced disorders are deuced hard to diagnose unless in their terminal phase. In which case, the problem will be largely self solving. At present the diagnosis to demise time is twelve months or less. 100% fatality.

In the meantime, readers are advised (as usual) to adopt Robin Williams’ rape defence advice. Point and laugh.