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SMH architecture writer Elizabeth Farrelly:
So now, as we stand victorious astride Gaia’s limp and bloodied form, feeling for a pulse, now is the moment to ask; is there another way?
Another way to feel for a pulse? I guess there is. Also via Andrew Bolt, here’s Terry McCrann: “Kevin Rudd has recommitted a Rudd Labor government to damaging the economy in the short-term and destroying it in the longer-term.”
The ALP’s uplifting advertisement on global warming is here.
Posted by Villeurbanne on 2007 03 29 at 10:40 AM • permalinkbrett_l, you’d best double tap Gaia. Just to be sure.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 03 29 at 10:50 AM • permalinkdebi L,
Without the breathless hyperbole, they’d be nothing but spoiled sniveling children.
Come to think of it, breathless hyperbole is something little kids learn early on.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2007 03 29 at 11:11 AM • permalinkNearly on-topic
An EPA report into the project found 11 species of troglobites in the area and said mining would extinguish at least five of them.
The EPA judged that a proposed mining exclusion zone at the site would be inadequate to protect the tiny animal or aboriginal heritage in the area
Certainly there’s another way. I, for one, do not stand astride the lifeless corpses of my enemies. I stand a top, and relieve myself upon them.
Oh, and Elizabeth Farrelly, the earth is very much “alive”. Go to Mount Etna and see the pulsing of the lava. You may have to lean over just a bit more, just a little further . . .
Troglobites are unable to live outside their pitch-dark world because they would die from ultraviolet light. Even short exposures to sunlight can be fatal.
Sounds like a job for a portable black light.
I mean, Christ, who gives a crap about an insect with such a specialized way of life? It’s not like we’d miss a species of insect.
Posted by Rob Crawford on 2007 03 29 at 12:15 PM • permalinkPeter Hartcher of the SMH admits that Labor’s “policy” of reducing grrenhouse gas emissions by 60 per cent by 2050 is essentially meaningless but today wonders why Howard won’t adopt it as well. His theory: the Prime Minister is sneakily being realistic for base political reasons in an election year.
You couldn’t possibly make this stuff up.
By the way, check out the front page holy picture at today’s SMH. It depicts an idealised family playing monopoly during “Earth Hour” - the voluntary lights-out being promoted by that newspaper for tomorrow evening and meant to do something vis-a-vis global warming (or something).
Stand-alone picture link here.
Howard chuckled throatily as he pressed his form down upon the trembling Gaia. She shuddered in horror, feeling the thrust of his defiling smokestack as it pressed against her dainty thigh.
“I beg of you,” she whispered. “If you love life or have any honor to your name, ratify Kyoto!”
His only reply was a sinister laugh. His arms pinned hers to the ground, and one knee forced her legs to part. Gaia cried out in agony as the hideous brute Howard, once and for all, in the throes of his animal lust, raised her carbon emissions.
Posted by Tungsten Monk on 2007 03 29 at 12:37 PM • permalinkHeh! You’ve just invented enviro-p0rn, Tungsten Monk.
Better copyright it, and start churning out turgid novels. You’ll be a millionaire faster than Algore can utter “The planet has a fever!”
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 03 29 at 12:51 PM • permalinkC.L., that picture reminds me of the days my family would play Monopoly on a Saturday night.
Except, of course, we had the electric lights on, the oil furnance burning, cookies in the oven, and milk cooling in the fridge.
Sniff. That brings back fond memories of how we raped and gutted Mother Gaia™ way back then. Thanks!
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 03 29 at 12:55 PM • permalinkYes, Elizabeth, there is another way: Calm the hell down.
Posted by Jim Treacher on 2007 03 29 at 01:16 PM • permalinkDon’t worry about the Gaia-pulse, worry about where she sticks the thermometer!!
Posted by -keith in mtn. view on 2007 03 29 at 01:21 PM • permalinkHmmm.
Well if Gaia is limp and bloodied then I’d suggest we cast about for a wallet or some loose change.
Always keep an eye out for main chance says I.
Posted by memomachine on 2007 03 29 at 01:41 PM • permalink“It’s not like we’d miss a species of insect.”
Honeybees.
Their population over here is crashing for some reason, it’s being labeled “Colony Collapse Disorder”. It’s similar in effect to recorded apiary losses going back the the 19th century, but isn’t localized like they were.
Given how much food production depends on bee pollination, rising food prices is only one likely outcome.
Meanwhile, who (other than some bats and dragonflies) would care a whit were the anopheles mosquitoes to all up and croak tomorrow morning?
I would just poke her with a sharp stick and see what happens.
Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 03 29 at 06:37 PM • permalinkGaia’s still twitchin’, if this morning’s Radio National Breakfast is anything to go by. Fran Kelly had an interview (no link yet) with a teacher from some country school, who is appointing ‘Earth hour monitors’ among her pupils, to ensure compliance in the upcoming event. Even Fran made a nervous little joke about how ‘seriously’ they take Earth Hour. The Gore-Jugend cannot be far away. Tomorrow belongs to mee…. Or maybe I’m thinking of this.
#14, Lad, surely the SMH wouldn’t show a family playing something as evil as Monopoly, which inculcates the ideology of capitalism and unequal outcomes (i.e., winning). Come to think of it, how about a special Al Gore edition of Monopoly? Players compete to buy houses, travel the globe and run up ginormous electricity bills, using ‘green’ ;-) power. The player who is designated ‘Al Gore’ gets a permanent ‘get out of jail free’ card from the Media. But some of the tokens would have to change: the sportscar would become a Prius, the horse would have a methane-muffler, and the boot would be a ‘fair trade’ sneaker.
The Australian letters page is under assault from mungbean munching carbonoids today.
The page,
Go vegan, village life, historical debts, and the list goes on.If gaia hadnt been allowed to go out of the house without her burqua on nothing would have happened. The shameless hussy showed a seam of coal, so of course Howard reacted like a cat to uncovered meat….
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2007 03 29 at 07:17 PM • permalinkAren’t coal-fire electrical plants nature’s defibrillators? Fire up those plants and “clear”.
Posted by andycanuck on 2007 03 29 at 08:24 PM • permalinkHmmmm.
Honeybees. Their population over here is crashing for some reason, it’s being labeled “Colony Collapse Disorder”. It’s similar in effect to recorded apiary losses going back the the 19th century, but isn’t localized like they were.
Thats what you get when you take huge trailers of bee colonies all across the country from job to job. And when multiple beekeepers are used on the same job.
Diseases are going to get spread around.
Posted by memomachine on 2007 03 29 at 08:33 PM • permalink#28 LOL. May I suggest the boot becomes a sandal? And it’s a Nuremberg-style trial for AGW denialist Rich Uncle Pennybags, I’m afraid.
And she’s the Herald’s architecture writer?!?!
Back to the mud-brick hut with dirt floors you feral Lefty, and leave all the advances of modernism and medicine behind when you go…
Posted by Apparatchik on 2007 03 29 at 10:29 PM • permalink#14 Re the family playing monopoly by candlelight. WTF do they think they are doing. The pollution from that many candles must be immensely more than the equivalent lumens supplied by industrial-scale power plants and provided by modern lights.
We may have a spate of CO poisonings this weekend. (Not that it matters, it is mainly Sydney moonbats, anyway)The silly bint was rambling away on the abc-friggin-c the other night.. it went something like this:
my imagining is greener than that, so that there are rooftop gardens, and I have this idea that I live in a terrace house, that we could have sheep on our roof.
step back slowly..
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Envirocultists write hysterical, purple prose about phenomena that may or may not be happening, and believe they are saving the earth. Now is the moment for them to ask: is there another way?