I Missed Earth Hour???

As I was reading about what a flop it was, I realized that I had also forgotten to celebrate Mankind Achievement Hour. Oh well, I continued to live my life without paying homage to anyone during that hour Saturday night.

One of the best reports I read had to do with Al Gore shutting off some of his lights but leaving the computers on along with the flood lights illuminating his landscaping. He was probably flying somewhere on a private jet anyway.

The idea of making this kind of a statement fits right in with the greenie's desire to take mankind back to a "simpler" era. Trouble is, none of them would, themselves, really like to live in such simplicity, much less be able to survive.

My favorite reflection on this exercise came, as is often the case, from Don Surber. And the best comment came from Tregonsee:

Reminds me of the joke, except it isn’t a joke, about North Korea.

How did the North Koreans light their homes before that had candles?

Electricity.

Celebrate achievement. Push for progress.

Zed Redefines the Entourage

I grew up in a small town. So small that all the adults would have comfortably fit on the two or three planes that are flying Zed and his 500 freakin' staffers to London for the G20 meetings.

This is what kings and emperors used to do. I just saw pieces of Ben Hur over the weekend. Obama's entourage reminds me of when Ben Hur arrives back in Rome after doing a stint as slave rower and saves Caesar's counsel in the Mediterranean sea battle. Even better, it reminds me of Cleopatra's (I just saw pieces of Cleopatra a week ago) arrival in Rome, with all the conveyances and dancing Africans and stairways to heaven, and it has kind of "Zed arriving in London" feel to it.

It is absolutely infuriating to think of the president of our United States of America loading up a fleet of aerial barges and floating on over to a foreign land to shower his munificence on the assembled adorers. And as he tells every other business that he is "saving" that they must forgo bonuses and travel commercial, is absolutely mind blowing.

Ah hell, in the end I guess I'm just jealous. I wish I had one percent of his guts.