Beam me to Planet Gore !
Reminds me of “High Plains Drifter”.
That would probably be viewed as a giant palate for all the taggers and other graffiti ‘artists’ out there.
Cuckoo..cuckoo..cuckoo...cuckoo.....
Unless, of course, we’re headed for the deep freeze of global cooling, in which case the reflective white surfaces would accelerate the process. Then we’d have to re-paint everything black, to absorb the solar energy. In either case, I guess a play in Sherwin-Williams and Benamin Moore would be indicated. :-)
About as smart as covering all the glaciers with coal dust during the global cooling nonsense of the 70’s.
Climate Research NewsClick on POGW graphic for full GW rundown
Ping me if you find one I've missed.
Hey, dude, didn’t you hear? There is NO global warming. The earth is getting cooler, not warmer. We should probably be painting our houses chocolate brown.
Unlike other climate effects, the impact of urban paving may be easier to account for. Indeed, it may account for the recorded tempeture increases seen in many “Global” Warming studies, as development around century old weather stations increases.
Desertification if another micro-climate effect that is also quite real and well documented.
Dark buildings in the winter retain more heat and cost less to heat.
Give the paint brushes to the obamacorps and direct them to their service /sarc
Okay, maybe one more. Better to move everyone underground and plant trees on top. Yeah, that’s the ticket. We’ll all be dead and buried within four years from today anyway.
Now this makes perfect sense. Using solar panels to ABSORB sunlight would have the opposite effect.
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This is diametrically opposed to what the Rolling Stones wanted to do.
But how much petroleum would have to be used to produce the millions of gallons of paint required?
Maybe better paint all dem Africans white too——snort! guffaw!
The answer to starvation is a subsidy for artichokes.
But Ayn Rand grasped the role of the mind in all aspect of business. Late in the novel, Dagny Taggart observes the reign of Cuffy Meigs—a kind of railroad czar empowered as chief regulator of the industry—and surveys the havoc that his arbitrary decrees wreak on the rational planning of private businesses.
That the central "planning" of government actually consists of the disruption of rational planning by millions of private individuals is a point that had already been made by pro-free-market economists like Ludwig von Mises. Ayn Rand grasped that these economic principle were not dry, academic abstractions, but dramas played out in the real world—that the laws of economics are a matter of life and death, of triumph or tragedy.She knew that no train schedules could be maintained any longer, no promises kept, no contracts observed, that regular trains were cancelled at a moment's notice and transformed into emergency specials sent by unexplained orders to unexpected destinations—and that the orders came from Cuffy Meigs, sole judge of emergencies and of the public welfare. She knew that factories were closing, some with their machinery stilled for lack of supplies that had not been received, others with their warehouses full of goods that could not be delivered. She knew that the old industries—the giants who had built their power by a purposeful course projected over a span of time—were left to exist at the whim of the moment, a moment they could not foresee or control. She knew that the best among them, those of the longest range and most complex function, had long since gone—and those still struggling to produce, struggling savagely to preserve the code of an age when production had been possible, were now inserting into their contracts a line shameful to a descendant of Nat Taggart: "Transportation permitting."
OK scientist, come out and paint my house!
I might even buy the paint.