Sunday, May 03, 2020

Best Science


Tag Team Club Membership
Best Science
Expression Normale
By Stephen L. Wilmeth


            This delayed celebration reminder of earth day 2020 was deliberate.
            Perhaps one of you might remember, the celebration was scheduled for April 22. The rest of you can be assured it was a huge disappointment. Nothing was as good as planned. There was not even the usual charge from the precipitous cliffs of Valhalla of the evergreen warriors clad in their birthday suits (or the speedo inspired regulation loin cloths), either.
            COVID-19 wrecked their party.
            That intrepid climate sleuth and global warming skeptic, Benny Peiser, however, was on the job. He was diligently going through the records documenting all of the accurate predictions the thermal briefs crew had made since that remarkable day back in 1970 when the remnants of the flower children gathered to celebrate their first official day of anticipating the planet’s demise.
            Point number six of the foundational, environmental synopsis coming out of their seance was most clairvoyant. It was already too late to save the earth.
Wow!
Even the most skeptical worshipper should have thought that to be a bit too harsh and profound. If saving the earth was out of the question, what else could the highly acclaimed men and women of science possibly predict? Perhaps a better question should have been why schedule any follow up meetings if the whole show was going to go south anyway. That, of course, was where our friend, Dr. Peiser, comes to the debate. In his overview, the good doctor crafted his executive summary and shared it with the world.
            He concluded that, over their 50 years of annual earth day celebrations, the greatest scientists in the world… have failed to correctly predict a single outcome.
            Best Science
            In fact, the best evidence of the first earth day was suggesting the planet had been cooling since 1950 and was on track to drop a whopping 11° by the turn of the century. Another ice age was in the offing. Loin cloths and that au naturale look was about to be displaced by Carhartt blue collared cold gear.
            The environmental movement with its best science was being spawned.
            It hasn’t shown any signs of weakening, either. Within the past several days the former Clinton administration vice president, Al Gore (seemingly doing his best to support the ag industry through high caloric intake), has stepped back into the spotlight from the shadows of his climate lab to expound upon the COVID-19 pandemic and its tie to the climate crisis.
            The climate crisis and COVID-19 pandemic are linked in some ways, the former the VP pontificated. The preconditions that raise the death rate from COVID-19 … are accentuated, made worse, by fossil fuel pollution. Of, course this gives rise to a disproportionate impact on communities of color. Environmental injustice is just one factor.
            He ignored President Trump’s reliance on a supposed topflight science advisory crew. Having transitioned from a liberal to the current conservative administration and its ongoing pandemic war, Drs. Fauci and Birx, have apparently lost their professional standing since both were fixtures in his own administration’s structural table of organization.
There is similar disdain for the administration’s Science and Technology Policy director, Kelvin Droegemeier, a sixty-year-old academic who has studied weather for 40 years. In filling his current post, he faces constant challenges from a sea of bureaucratic researchers who show a permanent hatred for any counter scientific evidence toward global warming. The consensus amongt that tag team, paid science club membership is that there is no other side of the discussion.
Their science is settled.
            Of course, this leads to the matter of our titled topic, best science. We hear the phrasing constantly. It has become part of our vocabulary and as an expression normale.  It has emerged as the pinnacle of rebuff akin to that erstwhile zenith of the ‘50s, I double dog dare you!
            Remember that?
In the heat of verbal battle, the ultimate challenge would be offered only as the last resort. It was held in reserve until there was no other recourse. The two combatants would be standing in the full spotlight. No other peripheral conversation was allowed even if it could compete with what would be uttered from one of the illuminated contenders. How on earth could this be settled, and, then, there it was.
            I double dog dare you!
          It was done! No other challenge was relevant from that point. Nothing could be said that would supersede such a consummate demand of proof.
          Expression Normale
          Similarly, nothing in the world stands in such glaring juxtaposition of the absurd as the magnificent natural resources of California and the liberal political tunes of that state’s endemic political leadership.
          The point is not the pandemic issue. Rather, it is the absurdity of the most recent and ongoing water war that threatens to permanently idle more than the conservative estimate of 300,000 acres of that state’s world class soil. The setting is the delta and at issue is fish and fresh water to the sea in conflict with people and the only segment of their economy that remains open for current business.
          In what appeared to finally be a successful agreement between the state and the federal government based on the best science and resulting in a reasonable split of water uses, an unfortunate discovery was revealed. The Trump plan was found not only to yield more water, but it would also help fulfill a campaign promise for the President.
          California’s attorney general, Xavier Becerra, didn’t like that at all and filed a lawsuit opposing the best science and the resulting biological opinions. He is shutting down what amounts to water serving not just Agriculture but 75% of Californians and now 4,000,000 acres of agricultural production.
          The best science didn’t equate to his political tastes, and, in that, is revealed the true meaning of the words.

          Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “God bless those folks who till California soils.”

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