Continued Goring

Continued Goring

Mankind’s earthly Salvation

Bring on the Heat

By Stephen L. Wilmeth

            
             It’s a good thing there is no audible on this Word document this morning.

My trusted old computer, circa 2001, finally submerged without a gurgle and I am left to proceed on my own with this thing that speaks only Swahili. It doesn’t understand pressure off a spur in any direction much less an indirect rein. So, we will proceed by direct rein and great trepidation.

Our own hurricane, little Irmita, will be the course of steerage so shut up and hang on!

Continued Goring

Sir Albert is back in the news and there is no doubt he will make hay out of hurricanes Irma, Harvey, Jose, and even little Katia. He of double chin semblance will lecture us how our own methane derived contributions are driving global temperatures to dangerous heights.

Always cognizant of the need to leave his legacy in the realm of Paul Erlich and the Dooms Day Swingers, the proverbial scion of Tennessee will pull out all the stops. He will dust off Hitler’s speech movements and practice for a series of strategic lectures on this whole sordid affair. Screaming and yelling he will blame President Trump and the conservative CEOs of the capitalistic world for the ride off his futuristic cliff charts.

What is interesting, though, are the harvest records that have taken place. Earlier in the spring, the Indian subcontinent experienced its greatest small grain harvest. In the past several days, South Africa announced its biggest maize crop in history. Both accomplishments were not supposed to happen in the Pablo’s much heralded book, 1984. In fact, Indians and Americans were supposed to be starving by now with the pending production disasters that were imminent as capitalists skewered the world with reckless abandon as they sought cheap and easy profits without regard to the poor, the helpless, and, of course, mother earth.

How will Big Al explain this? How will he admit that technological gain more than old fashion heat units and sweaty backs of peasants was the champion?

He won’t … he will leave that to the scribes on leashes to describe.

Bring on the Heat

It was 109 last week in Kingsburg and even an incredible 104 in San Francisco. That makes our rather humid 90℉ seem paltry, but a bunch of us are glad summer heat is about to subside. On second thought, that needs a bit of qualification because ranchers like Walt, who has been largely missed by this monsoon, are still hoping for a September rain miracle. A little hurricane could sure help, but this tiresome high that has smothered us for weeks needs to move over and let relief take place. It needs to hurry, and what else do we need in conjunction?

We need heat!

In fact, we need exactly what that privileged Tennessee wunderkind campaigns against. At this time of the year, ranchers across the Southwest are watching the calendar intently as mornings cool and age old indications of the pending great monsoonal conclusion start to build.

“If it doesn’t rain soon, we won’t have enough heat (units) to grow much less finish grass,” Walt laments knowing his gathered colleagues understand the facts as much as he does.

The fact is we need equal parts of moisture and heat to grow our warm season grasses that provide the lion’s share of the nutrients for our livestock and wildlife alike. When we go into the winter, we rely on its banked growth that took place during the hottest time of year. If we don’t get moisture, that coequal corner post of our world fails to support our existence. If we don’t get moisture or if it comes too late, the other coequal corner post of our world, heat, fails to support our existence. It is the same with all crops. Our existence and our natural banking systems cannot be supported if one or both of those primary inputs is lacking.

Empires face the same consequences. Since the time of Christ, 25 of the 31 most profitable periods in Chinese history have been associated with temperature spikes. In a report released by the Chinese Academy of Sciences released last month, the various dynasties were arrayed on a time line against temperature departures around a bench mark on the other axis. In Goring parlance, that means that 80% of times characterized by global warming in the Chinese model prosperity resulted.

I will bet the farm that those periods reflected agricultural abundance. Care to take that bet?

Mankind’s earthy Salvation

We suffer global suffocation of fiction.

Call it what you want, but it is a conflict of good and evil. Too often that reality is clearly arrayed as mobs against individuals. The global warming fraud will sooner than later run its course, but it will also be replaced by a next great cause. A cadre of charlatans will come forth to craft the narrative for the mob to adopt. There will be gnashing of teeth and a new lead singer of the New Dooms Day Swingers will emerge.

What is infinitely more interesting is what some enterprising individual will learn from all this current nonsense, or more specifically, fundamental constraint. Without a doubt, there will be innovation and improvements that no mob could fathom much less invent. The results will be so simplistic yet effective that the most learned will not even concede.

I think I am actually getting the hang of this new computer. She doesn’t yet have a decent name and that likely won’t take place until she demonstrates her worth and trust. Meanwhile, let’s pray for the individuals who face real storms.

They are worthy of greater blessings.

Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “Cousin, you take care today from that precarious perch on the Gulf Coast of Florida. I want to know how it compares to a charge at the barrel of the Gibbs. We have things yet to discuss.”