“The Arctic Ocean is warming up, icebergs are growing scarcer and in some places the seals are finding the water too hot, according to a report to the Commerce Department yesterday from Consul Ifft, at Bergen, Norway.
“Reports from fishermen, seal hunters and explorers, he declared, all point to a radical change in climate conditions and hitherto unheard-of temperatures in the Arctic zone. Exploration expeditions report that scarcely any ice has been met with as far north as 81 degrees 29 minutes. Soundings to a depth of 3,100 meters showed the gulf stream still very warm.
“Great masses of ice have been replaced by moraines of earth and stones, the report continued, while at many points well known glaciers have entirely disappeared. Very few seals and no white fish are found in the eastern Arctic, while vast shoals of herring and smelts, which have never before ventured so far north, are being encountered in the old seal fishing grounds.”
“Ice conditions were exceptional. In fact, so little ice has never before been noted … This is the farthest north ever reached with modern oceanographic apparatus.”
“…It is of interest to note the unusually warm summer in Arctic Norway and the observations of Capt. MartinIngebrigstaen, who has sailed the eastern Arctic for 54 years past. He says that he first noted warmer conditions in 1918, that since that time it has steadily gotten warmer, and that to-day the Arctic of that region is not recognizable as the same region of 1868 to 1917.”
Newspaper article published in…………………….1922.
Raoul Amundson found the arctic ice free in 1903.
The environments would argue that these are normal fluctuations yet in today’s world when a so called storm of the century comes, or a so called heat dome (heat wave) or a winter’s polar vortex (cold snap) they cry see…see…climate change. Fossil Fuels!!!
We are being deceived big time. Just like the Covid scare.
All I have to say is:
Enjoy life and leave the worrying, anxiety to the lefty enviro – mentals.
I am going to attempt to flog my books for awhile. Besides I am really sick and tired of all the Covid / Climate Change BS out there. God only knows where we are headed.
One cannot possibly think that this guy wasn’t a genius.
Red Jewel excerpt:
Jim disconnected his harness and opened the main hatch and went below, closing the hatch behind him. In spite of the motion of Red Jewel, the main cabin was okay, everything remained secured in its place. He found his bunk and fell in but he could not sleep. It was impossible. He was bouncing around like some cork caught up in the middle of a rippled pond. But this was the ocean. It was uncomfortable. It was dangerous. Red Jewel was like that cork but bobbing around on the vastness of the Pacific Ocean.
Suddenly, Jim heard Nigel screaming for him. In what seemed to be a few minutes turned out to be two hours. It was 0245. He couldn’t believe he had slept through all of the motional chaos that was before him. “I must have been tired,” he thought. The cabin interior was jacking and jerking and lurching in every direction it seemed. Up and down she went, sometimes violently, so much so that he seemed to have lost weight in a gravity free environment. He felt his stomach rise up and into his throat and then fall back again as the deadweight lead of his legs dragged his stomach into the lower reaches of his abdomen. He hadn’t felt a sensation like this since his youth riding the “Red Flyer” or the “Rotor”[1] at the CNE in his home town of Toronto. Man oh man.
“Jim…Jim…for fuck’s sakes get up…get up here. I need you…now.”
Jim got up but fell back, unbalanced, into his bunk due to the erratic movement of Red Jewel. Just then he heard a loud bang, followed by another, and another. “What the fuck was that?” BANG! It seemed as if Red Jewel had grounded or had sailed into a wall. After the bang, the interior bulkheads, deckhead and portside walls of Red Jewel vibrated and shook violently: reverberating like a sound wave from the forward anchor pocket down the port side of the cabin to the after compartments. It was frightening for Jim to feel a sensation such as this. It was as if a large invisible tuning fork had been set off in the confined interior spaces of Red Jewel. He had never experienced vibrations such as this on this trip…or anywhere. He could feel them. They went right through him, touched his very soul. It was frightening for him to experience something that for him was indescribable and inescapable. Every time the hull fell into that unseen trough and wall of water and came out the other side, the same thing occurred. Could Red Jewel stand up to this kind of abuse? Not wanting to see or experience any more of this in the closed confines of the cabin, Jim found his equilibrium, got out of his bunk and went topside. What he saw startled him. Nigel was standing up in the cockpit with both hands gripping the tiller. It took all of his strength to control Red Jewel. The pressure on the rudder could be felt in the tiller.
“Holy shit.” Jim couldn’t see anything as it was still as black as Toby’s arse outside, as Nigel would say. He closed the hatch behind him, grabbed his harness and secured himself to a combing hard point of the cockpit. The wind was howling now. No longer on a comfortable run before the wind, Red Jewel responded to a wind that was coming out of the north by northwest. They were on a broad reach, starboard tack.
They couldn’t see the seas except for the occasion brush of water that came off of the starboard bow. Some spray made its way back into the cockpit. Its saltiness and flare stung. It was cool to the face. Jim could just make out Nigel’s features. They were tight. His eyes were intense…entirely focused. His brow and sight lines were furrowed. His jaw was set, firmly, and with purpose to the task at hand. Occasionally you could see his teeth: clenched as they were. He couldn’t relax. His whole body was tense, like a spring about to recoil. The conditions were taxing and becoming more-so. His hair flew back, almost horizontally, as the wind’s strength increased. His expression was maddening for he looked concerned at the manifestation of the elements that were before him.
“Gawd, I’m tired Jim.” You will have to spell me off for awhile. I cannot control her much more.”
I got up and placed myself behind him. Straddling the tiller I grabbed it and was shocked at the amount of pressure on it. It took everything in my power to keep Red Jewel under control.
“I got it Nigel.”
Nigel moved forward until he was clear of the tiller. He dropped on to the starboard side bench of the cockpit. He strapped himself in with his harness. He was spent.
“Try to stay on this course Jim.” he paused for a moment to catch his breath and then continued. “The wind will try and take you up into it. You can’t let that happen. Fall off, work the helm and try to stay the course. The wind and the pressure on Red Jewel’s rudder will want to take you up and up again. You will have to fight it to maintain control….up and up again and then… fall off….on course…and…control the…foresail…and” and with that he nodded off…in place. Jim couldn’t believe that Nigel could fall asleep on the spot like that…and so fast, especially in these conditions.
Thus far Red Jewel had held out admirably. Thus far she had not been challenged. Thus far Red Jewel had only had to run before the wind so thus far she had not experienced the stresses and the pounding of a beat, or a close reach. Thus far the weather had been forgiving: a moderate breeze at its worst. Thus far the seas were relatively benign. Thus far her sails were intact, her decks whole, her hull’s integrity was sound. Her only flaw, thus far, was that she had a tired look about her.
Thus far everything was working: engine, electrical, lights, radio, stove, running rigging, the whole suite of things. Nigel was in his element. Navigation was exemplary, as he knew it would be. Jim was gaining confidence by the day or so it seemed. He had mastered the knots, the compass, steering, well, the day to day husbandry of Red Jewel. His navigation skills were improving. He was beginning to feel a forth-righteousness that surprised even him. He was knowledgeable enough and not afraid to debate boat management decisions with Nigel…like the Majuro water question. Nigel’s outbursts toward him, his character and his intellect were less robust than they had been. The same couldn’t be said of Red Jewel and Sid. Nigel was unrelenting in his toxicity toward Red Jewel and her condition. It was a condition that he felt Sid had not addressed adequately and they were at risk. Or perhaps he was angry at his own carelessness in dealing with Sid and his boat. “What had it been called again?” He thought to himself. “Oh yeah, Kurofune: The Black Ship.” In Nigel’s mind it certainly was an appropriate name and the thought of that darkened his soul. It scared him.
Jim was acutely mindful of Nigel’s negative rants toward Red Jewel and he was uncomfortable with them. Acquiring a mariner’s superstition, Jim felt that Nigel’s rants were bad medicine and could only spell danger for them both. After every rant or outburst Jim would attempt to placate Red Jewel in kindness and encouragement with emotional rectitude.
“You’ve had too much sun.” Nigel would chastise Jim on these occasions.
“Perhaps, but I wish you would stop your rants Nigel. There is nothing wrong with Red Jewel. She has performed well enough thus far.”
Nigel looked at Jim, askance; a smirk came across his face
“Hmm, perhaps.”
Yes she had…thus far, but that was about to change.
November 10th, 1975. An ominous day for the Edmund Fitzgerald on Lake Superior.
……do we leave cars 🚙🚗 worth thousands of dollars 💵 in the driveway and put Our useless junk in the garage.
Only in This Stupid World ……do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front. Only in This Stupid World …..do people order double cheeseburgers 🍔 , large fries 🍟 , and a diet Coke.. Only in This Stupid World …..do banks leave vault doors 🚪🚪open and then chain the pens to the counters.. Only in This Stupid World ………..do we buy wieners in packages of ten and buns 🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖 in Packages of eight………!!! Only in This Stupid World …..do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering. EVER WONDER … Why the sun 🌞 lightens Our hair, but darkens our skin? Why don’t you ever see the Headline ‘Psychic Wins Lottery’? Why is ‘abbreviated’ such a long word? Why is it that Doctors 👩⚕️ 👨⚕️ call what they do ‘practice’? Why is lemon 🍋 juice made with artificial flavour, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons 🍋 ? Why is the man who invests all your money 💵💰 called a broker?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour? Why isn’t there mouse 🐭 -flavoured cat 🐱 food? Why didn’t Noah swat those two mosquitoes? Why do they sterilise the needle for lethal injections? You know that Indestructible black box 📦 that is used on airplanes ✈️ ✈️ ?
Why don’t they make the whole plane ✈️ out of that stuff?! Why don’t sheep 🐑 shrink when it rains ☔️ ? Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?
I like this one!!! If con is the opposite of Pro,
is Congress the opposite of progress? If flying is so Safe, why do they call the airport the terminal? Now that you’ve smiled 😀 at least once, it’s your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile 😃 to (maybe even a chuckle.)
!!!!!!!Spread the Stupidity!!!!!!!
Why are there so many sick people shopping in health food stores.
He spoke with a senior advisor to one of the provincial parties, who told him that COVID policy is “driven by nothing but opinion polls” related to the popularity of the government.”Policy is being driven by people who are more afraid than they should be,”
But…but…it’s for the common good (Eugenicists, Nazi Germany)“I find that extremely disheartening… I thought, at least, policies that I don’t agree with, the restrictive policies, were at least driven by something remotely resembling a scientifically informed plan, and [the senior advisor] was irate at what had been happening. Enough to consider resigning.“how rapidly we have stampeded to imitated totalitarian state in the immediate aftermath of the release of COVID, and particularly “the breakdown of our rights for mobility, for freedom of speech.”“Canadians that are unvaccinated cannot leave the country… like, What the hell, why is that?” …I got vaccinated, people took me to task [for not being vaccinated,] so I thought ‘alright I’ll get the damn vaccine: Here’s the deal guys, I get the vaccine, you f*cking leave me alone. and did that work? No! So stupid me.” “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” (Goebbels)
“That’s how I feel about it. Like, now I have to get tested for COVID when I come back to Canada, and when I leave Canada. The restrictions to get into Canada are even more stringent than the Americans.”As of now, there is no way for an unvaccinated Canadian to board a flight to leave Canada, even for the purpose of moving. The government of Canada website states that if you’re unable to provide proof of vaccination or a valid COVID-19 test result, you will not be allowed to travel. If you indicate to your airline or railway that you’re eligible to board, but fail to provide proof, you could also face penalties or fines.Yah…VolLove this. Wish I had thought of this….The Fauci Ouchi.
