It always amazes me that climate deniers can still call global warming a hoax when looking at hotter temperatures, dying forests and increasing wildfires. Millions of burning acres are a little more obvious to most than calving glaciers or seas rising by centimeters.

I was a little distracted while creating this cartoon. My parents’ home in Idaho is so close to one of the Northwest’s raging forest fires that are going on just a stones throw from the house. I know global warming isn’t all about hot temperatures everywhere, global weirding as some people say, but right now the world seems to be on fire.

The fires by my parents’ place or here in California are nothing compared to what is going on in Alaska.(All you need to do is check out a fire map to get a sense of the scale. If you’re a small government type who thinks the global warming hoax is a plot to increase government control and spending, just imagine government representatives kicking you out of your home as a wildfire approaches, all while they spend billions to fight these fires. Seems like doing something about global warming might not be so expensive after all. Enjoy the cartoon, stay safe and check out the links behind the ‘toon.

 

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Dr. Ivar Giaver the Nobel Prize winner believes that the science is anything but settled on global warming. He says that dissenting conclusions are being suppressed by the corrupting influence of taxpayer dollars going into the hands of people who are now fudging the temperature numbers. Of course the last two winters should tell us all we need to know and explain why tens of thousands of scientists think climate change is a hoax. Record low temperatures everywhere. South pole ice cap huge. Polar ice cap growing. You fools can toss around the "denier" label just like the pope did when Galileo insisted the earth orbited the sun....but Giaver is right.

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Robert Master of the Communications Workers of America and co-chair of the New York State Working Families Party...

Sometimes words are not enough.

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).


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