Posted on 02/12/2010 11:33:23 AM PST by parsifal
Someone asked earlier today if the theory of global warming has been finally discredited. I posted this clip which I think is one of the funniest scenes I have ever seen.
The answer is "no." Some things never die. No matter how stupid an idea, a theory, a philosophy, it will get recycled at some point. As humans, we do not learn from the lessons of history. Often, we even fail to learn from our own personal experiences.
Of course, a self-absorbed, scene-stealing actor aids and abets in these fruitless enterprises. So, I offer this pictorial tribute to Al Gore and all the other self-absorbed idealogues who just won't go away.
Cut! Cut! Exit stage left! Please!
PS: Hit the “N/A” link above. It works. Or this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_JWywDqgRs
parsy, the inept
Thx! I should have titled the “N/A” differently.
parsy
Post this again in August when Al Gore reporting from the middle of Death Valley says, “See, I told you!”
Yep, “Ol Al likes to toot his own horn.
parsy
From THE Author of Global Warming/Cooling ~
Job 37
1 “At this my heart pounds
and leaps from its place.
2 Listen! Listen to the roar of his voice,
to the rumbling that comes from his mouth.
3 He unleashes his lightning beneath the whole heaven
and sends it to the ends of the earth.
4 After that comes the sound of his roar;
he thunders with his majestic voice.
When his voice resounds,
he holds nothing back.
5 God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding.
6 He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’
and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’
7 So that all men he has made may know his work,
he stops every man from his labor.
8 The animals take cover;
they remain in their dens.
9 The tempest comes out from its chamber,
the cold from the driving winds.
10 The breath of God produces ice,
and the broad waters become frozen.
11 He loads the clouds with moisture;
he scatters his lightning through them.
12 At his direction they swirl around
over the face of the whole earth
to do whatever he commands them.
Very beautiful. Meanwhile, “ol Al is more the “ sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal” type.
parsy, who’s sound is that of misplayed guitar chord
Great video. Took a while for me to download it. This kind of junk science is not new. I read a book once, “The Disaster Lobby” back in the 70’s. May still have it in storage somewhere. But here is a review and an excerpt. You have to scroll down to page 5.
http://mises.org/journals/lf/1979/1979_07-08.pdf
BTW, ignore anything else on this website. Satanic anarcho-capitalist drivel.
parsy, who isn’t a libertarian by any stretch
He's been saying that a lot lately.
Again, from THE Author who brings you Global Warming/Cooling ~
Psalm 29
A psalm of David.
1 Ascribe to the LORD, O mighty ones,
ascribe to the LORD glory and strength.
2 Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name;
worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness.
3 The voice of the LORD is over the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.
4 The voice of the LORD is powerful;
the voice of the LORD is majestic.
5 The voice of the LORD breaks the cedars;
the LORD breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.
6 He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,
Sirion like a young wild ox.
7 The voice of the LORD strikes
with flashes of lightning.
8 The voice of the LORD shakes the desert;
the LORD shakes the Desert of Kadesh.
9 The voice of the LORD twists the oaks
and strips the forests bare.
And in his temple all cry, “Glory!”
10 The LORD sits enthroned over the flood;
the LORD is enthroned as King forever.
11 The LORD gives strength to his people;
the LORD blesses his people with peace.
Have you ever read this:
The Thunder: Perfect Mind: In 1945, the Gnostic Gospels were found in a red earthenware jar by a Bedouin villager. He had been digging for bird-lime fertilizer near Nag Hammadi, a town in upper Egypt, when he found the jar buried at the foot of a cliff. Inside were thirteen codices, made up of 52 texts, or tractates, written in the 2nd-4th century A.D.
Scholars surmise that the texts were deemed heretical, and that the codices were buried to protect them from destruction by the orthodox Christian authorities. One of the tractates, titled “The Thunder: Perfect Mind,” is a paradoxical poem spoken in the voice of a divine feminine power. Some scholars surmise that Thunder’s voice is Sophia’s; others propose that hers is the voice of Eve. The following writing is inspired by “The Thunder: Perfect Mind,” a text buried for over 1,600 years.
I am the incomprehensible silence
and the memory that will not be forgotten.
I am the voice whose sound is everywhere
and the speech that appears in many forms.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am the one whom you have scattered,
and the one you have gathered together.
I am the ancient ululation
and the echo of the invisible world
I am the ancient ululation
and the invisible world of the echo.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one;
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the remembrance of things past
and the wonder that cannot be forgotten.
I am the unfathomable mystery
and the universe in a grain of sand.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am knowledge and I am ignorance.
I am unlearned and you have learned from me.
I am the inexplicable light
and the heart that is broken open.
I am the thread whose strands are everywhere
and the lure beyond the ends of the earth.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am the barren one.
I am the midwife and the one who does not bear.
I am the solace of my own labor.
I am the indelible image
and the voice that speaks in many tongues
I am the indelible image
and the tongue that speaks in many voices
I am the name of the sound and the sound of the name.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and I am peace.
I am senseless and I am wise.
I am the incomprehensible epiphany
and the wonder than cannot be comprehended
I am the joy whose shout is everywhere
and the explosion at the core of my being.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am compassionate and I am cruel.
I am the one whom they call Life,
and you have called Death.
In my weakness, do not forsake me,
and do not fear my power.
I am the inconsolable weeping
and the unforgettable fury of light
I am the inscrutable passion
and the mirror whose shards are everywhere.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am the condemnation and the acquital.
I am the judgment and the resurrection.
I am the unpronounceable order
and the light upon the depths of the unspoken
I am the incandescent mystery
and the fragments scattered on the winds
I am a mute who does not speak;
great is my multitude of words.
And what you see outside of you,
you see inside of you;
it is visible and it is your garment
And what you see outside of you,
you see within;
it is invisible and it is your garment.
I am the infinite reverberation
and the longing whose flame is everywhere
I am the ineluctable memory
and the illimitable ocean without bound.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am the incandescent dream.
I am the lake on fire.
I am going to burn the world.
parsy, who posted this back in 2002
Outstanding post.I felt the power as I re-read those verses.Paul adds to this narative thus.
“For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:”
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