Try to stretch those adult memories back to March and April of this year. Once again, we heard those dire predictions of a hurricane season which would run amok. A record number of storms were predicted, and that prediction was shouted from the roof top of every hippy hovel from Berkeley to the UN building in which we find the UNIPCC housed. The culprit for the continuing disaster known as nature gone wild is of course the same this year as it was when Al Gore turned his fantasy power point presentation into an award winning movie, Global Warming.
A funny thing happened once again however, on our way towards our imminent destruction. It seems as though that promised busier than ever before seen season of destructive hurricane activity has once again failed to become a reality. Coming soon to a news paper or television broadcast near you, the culprit for our reprieve from those useful storms that nature is supposed to supply but for some nefarious reason has not, will of course be Global Warming.
August is about to end without an Atlantic hurricane for the first time since 2002, calling into question predictions of a more active storm season than normal.
Six tropical systems have formed in the Atlantic since the season began June 1 and none of them has grown to hurricane strength with winds of at least 74 miles (120 kilometers) per hour. Accumulated cyclone energy in the Atlantic, a measure of tropical power, is about 30 percent of where it normally would be, said Phil Klotzbach, lead author of Colorado State University’s seasonal hurricane forecasts.
“At this point, I doubt that a super-active hurricane season will happen,” Klotzbach said in an e-mail yesterday.
The most active part of the Atlantic season runs from Aug. 20 to about the first week of October. The statistical peak occurs on Sept. 10, according to the National Hurricane Center in Miami. Two storms formed in August and the hurricane center is tracking two areas of thunderstorms that have low to medium chances of becoming tropical systems within five days
So, as I am writing this, we are exactly one week shy of the statistical high point for storm incidence, and not one single named Atlantic storm has dropped so much as an ounce of water on a piece of ground East of the Mississippi. Add to that the freakishly cool summer experienced by most of the country, and suddenly, once again, color me just a little skeptical about this whole catastrophic shifting of Ohio’s usually temperate climate to match the Sahara thing.
As a pre teen kid growing up in West Virginia, a neighboring town built a mall that was originally meant for ours. Another liberal talking point, this time in the form of, “Stopping Urban Renewal,” saw to it that this mall would be built across the river in a smaller community, that today is much more prosperous than the ghost town Wheeling has become. Upon the completion of the brand new super structure, a disaster predicting phenom known as Jeanne Dixon told tales of some catastrophic disaster for any person brave enough to visit the Ohio Valley Mall. This catastrophe was to occur within a year of the mall’s grand opening. News spread through our community like wild fire. Jeanne Dixon’s prediction had taken over as an ample replacement for every campfire spook story told that year. The more astute of you may realize that this prediction never came to fruition, that the mall, such as it is, more damaged by being very old now than anything else, has not lived up to the disastrous prognostications of the famous disaster predicting Dixon.
Dixon continued after that date to make a nice living, traveling around our fruited plains predicting disaster after world ending disaster, none of which were ever shown to be accurate in even the slightest imagination of that word’s meaning. People were supposed to die, bridges fail, malls collapse, and puppy dogs forced to travel cross country due to absent minded owners losing them on vacations. Miss Jeanne Dixon knew then what is all to obvious today, and that is that the perpetrators of the Chicken Little hoaxes are never held to account for the failure of their prophecies. Telling all, that the world is ending has become more than a cottage industry it seems and there is no penalty for those predictions being wrong.
There is one caveat to that last sentence. There is a penalty associated with preparing for an end of the world that in fact will not happen. That penalty is economic suicide. Self inflicted wounds of needless cost tacked onto a society with finite means. Our punishment for these crimes has been determined by the court of Liberal Public Opinion. We are to atone for crimes against Mother Earth, which of course have not only failed the test of guilt beyond reasonable doubt, but have also failed to show actual victims in most cases. The atonement is to come in the form of economic bureaucracy, regulation, self destructive behavior, and an end to the reasonably efficient usage of our own natural resources.
It’s not just the lack of named storms this year. Remember the Gulf Oil Spill? Since that summer, can anyone tell me of what, if anything was the resultant disaster of our ecological system in Mississippi, Alabama, Florida, Louisiana, Texas, or Mexico. We all heard those dire predictions, and for the life of me, I can find no evidence that any of it has happened. I’m still waiting for the three eyed fish to start appearing in the Susquehanna River, home to Three Mile Island and her still operating Nuclear Power facility. Fukushima of course, never developed into even the slightest problem as that disaster fizzled yet again into obscurity.
I can sense some of you Liberals. gearing up to tell me that I’m wrong about that one. Well the joke, once again, is on you. You may have recognized that graphic at the top of this article that shows nuclear radiation from Fukushima heading our way. Scary stuff indeed, that is until you realize what that graphic really shows. It is the NOAA chart produced immediately after the 2011 Earthquake in Tohoku Japan and shows the ensuing wave heights which resulted from the resultant Japanese tsunami, two years ago. This very same graphic has once again made the internet rounds, attached to a story that there is a massive radiation leak at Fukushima, which as it turns out, is also not true. So, before you perpetually frightened Californians begin buying up Iodine in a massively moronic quantity once again, please consider using those six inches between your ears for something other than mindless regurgitation of the latest world ending story dujour.
Hurricanes are not coming to kill us. Oil blobs from the Gulf of Mexico are not coming to kill us. Mutant fish from Japan are not coming to kill us. The sky is not falling, and once again, you face a greater exposure to harmful radiation from the granite counter tops so tastefully decorating your kitchens, and the 8 to 9 bananas you’ve doubtless placed on them.
By the way, you may be wondering just how terrible that radiation leak from the Fukushima plant actually is. As it turns out, the amount of leaked radiation has not yet exceeded the legal limits set by Japan’s nuclear regulatory agency. How much would we experience here in America should the leak get much worse? We would never be able to detect it here, no matter how bad it gets, even if the Japanese were to scuttle their plant on purpose.