Batshit Crazy, or The Odd Things People Want to Believe.

OK, the climatologist conspiracy theory is as batshit crazy as the one about Elvis and JFK languishing in a cell in area 51. To begin with, there would be more money available to resolve the controversy than there is to support a commonly accepted scenario. The problem is that only a very few real climatologists have found valid reason to disagree with the common theory that AGW is occurring. Anthony Watts has certainly found a way to turn the “controversy” to a profit. All he has to do is throw out smoke bombs and ignore all the evidence that makes his www.WUWT.com site look silly. Watts up with the climategate note that he leaves posted about Michael Mann being investigated by Penn State? Michael Mann was cleared when his numbers turned out to be valid, and his email scandal turned out to be a case of malicious misquoting. I’m not going to go on, because there are very intelligent people who want to swallow Watt’s tripe – but it’s still raw, green, and very old, tripe.

But it goes on. I recently spoke with a real live scientist who is convinced that Janet Reno and some ATF officers held the FBI at gunpoint while they allowed the Branch Davidian compound to burn to the ground, murdering 76 people. Think about this. Janet Reno was a political appointee who wasn’t well liked. Almost all law enforcement people are Republican, and have been for a while. What are the odds that a bunch of people who didn’t like an appointee would stand around and let her burn women and children alive, to cover up some supposed bad investigative work? They’d have happily thrown her to the ground and hand-cuffed her while they rescued those kids, then taken her off to file charges. That’s what people like that do when faced with criminal conspiracy. Further, It would have been a huge black-eye for the Democratic administration, and an equally huge coup for the justice community. More to the point, we’re talking about a really large group of people who’ve spent their lives pushing back the darkness. The suggestion that you could get a group of heroes like that to throw away their morals to please one horsefaced old political appointee just pisses me off.

Both of these situations, especially the Branch Davidian fiasco, were exhaustively investigated, and it turned out that people of good heart and conscience had acted correctly. Watts up with That?

Elvis’s cell in Area 51 next to JFK, Marilyn Monroe, or Paul the alien? Inquiring minds want to know.

Coming to you soon, if you’re German

I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a long time. Mostly, thinking what a bad Idea it might be. Offending possible future employers, making the mistake of putting my real opinion of the gatekeepers out on the public forum, being hated by left, right, and anarchists, possibly sometimes for the same posts.

You can’t win at this, it isn’t possible.

But what I came to say is, Zookland is about to be published, and I’m going to receive an actual advance.

This is very cool, IMO, even if I don’t fully understand my own book as I’m reading it. You see, the only publisher that has seen fit to commit money to bring my great genius to the masses is the German company, Atlantis Verlag. They have my book listed already, for pre-orders only. You can find Zookland, and its cover art, here. The question that waits to be answered: Did somebody recognize something special about my book, or did the publisher, Herr Latz, inhale the bus diesel fumes drifting in through his window as he read my manuscript, and lose track of what he ought to be doing?

Regardless of my opening remarks, I’m an optimist at heart. I’m betting that Herr Latz recognized a commercial property, and let my very good online friend Dirk Van Den Boom loose to translate it into their mother-tongue. I hope they’re right in their excitement about the project. Smart money might go on Dirk and Herr Latz encountering adverse environmental conditions while making the publishing determination. Only time will tell.

Oh, what is Zookland about? How does one face down a zook, and why would one wish to do so? I’m going to answer that next, if Marvin the Morose robot will let up to blog again…

Bill