O fair New Mexico
And, the Nominations are …
The greatest hypocrites
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
Where one
gets his or her news these days is quite telling.
For
starters, the alphabet news sources are no longer on the radar sites of the
taxpayers in our business. Those sexless pronouners apparently agree they don’t
need our contributions into their coffers and bank accounts. Although it defies
economic logic, they must be satisfied with their market baskets void of us.
Having
established that bit of reality check, two little nuggets of real interest were
blasted across the greater newscape this week. The first came out of the
Central Valley where old California still exists (albeit it is in spurts and
drivels).
At the monthly board meeting of the
Kings River Conservation District at their Fresno office, our friend Don, that forever
faithful water reporter, brought us up to date on cloud seeding and snow
pillows. Mixed in his intelligence report, though, was something much more
profound and that was the prediction that it will be cooler and wetter for
the foreseeable future.
Aha!
The second
bit of real news came from that oft reliable south of the border Mexico News
Today’s and their update on the Mexican minimum wage. Between the daily
mass murder stats and the uproar over the painting of a bare assed Zapata astride
a very erect stud horse, a matter of utmost importance was reported. The
Mexican wage commission is contemplating raising the minimum wage to a whopping
127 pesos in 2020. Now, that may seem like a leap based upon the doldrums of
their recession, but such information is important to those of us who actually
live and make our living in an agricultural setting along this unsupervised
border.
The figure
of 127 pesos converts this morning to about $6.67 (US$). To the uninformed,
that might seem to be a reasonable hourly wage for folks who still rely heavily
on tortillas and the best frijoles in the entire world, but the implications
are much more profound. That is the benchmark minimum wage for a day!
Shall we
call for another … Aha?
The
greatest hypoctrites
Oh, that
Israeli born Brit, Benny Peiser, and his band of climate misfits is at it again.
This time
he isn’t just sewing climate discord among the forever warmists with
uncomfortable facts. No, his quest is more directed, a veritable pinpointed climate
beast strike. He and his Global Warming Policy Forum are seeking nominations
for the stalwarts among the flat world climate quorum in their annual World’s
Greatest Climate Hypocrite award competition.
Deniers will
find themselves in a continuing and usual position. They are definitely not
welcome.
Among the
climate royalty in the running, a real royal, Prince Harry, must be considered.
The matter is simple. Who among the world’s elite keeps the afterburner lit and
the fuel converting to heat and contrails as much as the British subking and
his extricated, once American lady? The two have been to more far flung, enchanting
places to give climate pep talks in 2019 than can be accurately documented.
Dr. Peiser,
himself, is torn between the likes of nominees Zoe Jones of the Extinction
Rebellion who disrupted her holidays in Uganda, New Zealand, and the Alps
(where jet fuel was substituted with natural gas and organic wood for heating
purposes) for a climate blockade in Bristol, and professor Jem Bendell who regularly
enjoys trips to Bali for rest and relaxation from his climate toil at such
strategic locations as Australia, Spain, Kenya, and Switzerland.
Of course,
there is the child climate prodigy, Greta Thunberg, who is rumored to be under
consideration for adoption by the Windsor family in an attempt to trade away
the continuing fallout of their promiscuous scion, prince Andy, for his Lolita Express
escapades. Then, there is the character actor Woody Harrelson (who did a pretty
fair rendition of Big Boy in Max Evan’s High Low Country). He had his vegan
belts and shoes flown to France for a party after he left them back in
California. Finally, the likely front runner, Harrison Ford ordered us to turn
our phones off, roll up our sleeves, and proceed to kick this (climate)
monster’s ass while he keeps his 12 planes, nine motorcycles, and six cars
fueled with nasty petroleum products.
These
climate warriors have jointly adopted the premise of telling us what to do
while they party and rub shoulders with the other EarthFirsters! who apparently
have firsthand knowledge of what it takes to get this important work done.
O
Fair New Mexico
The
question comes up whether the recipient must be an individual.
There are
many organizations, NGOs, and organized bodies that could and should be
considered. A best example is where I live. The collection of wishful
communalists within this sphere of radical leadership are too numerous to
elevate into the dimmed spotlight so it makes sense to loosely nominate the
victim of their actions, the state of New Mexico.
This
liberal leadership is at war with every climate change adversary. The major
private provider of wealth and jobs in the state, the oil and gas industry, is
the biggest target. The governor has even identified a specific date for oil
extinction. How she expects to pay for public education in the state without
that industry is anybody’s guess.
The state
has also moved to curtail wood product extraction until studies are done to review
endless environmental concerns (the move was universal until the powerful New
Mexico Norténos reminded their vote recipients their families might freeze to
death if they can’t cut wood to feed their winter fires).
Name the
others. Mining, agriculture, federal lands users, and anything associated with
a capital R is vilified. The long and the short of the debate is the state of
New Mexico is the ideal candidate.
There is no entity more qualified.
Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New
Mexico. “Say it ain’t so, Joe. Oh, say it ain’t so!”
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