Blizzard of the Century

In the 70s we were living in Minnesota. At the time I was working for the Cold Spring Granite Company running their construction subsidiary. We were building a house on a small lake about 8 miles from the town of Cold Spring, population 2500.

When I say “building” I mean actually doing the work ourselves; nights, weekends and holidays. I had finished laying up the granite split face fireplace interior in time to get carpet down for Christmas, but the chimney was unfinished. Although we had a wood supply, the unfinished chimney would play a role in January of 1975 on Super Bowl weekend.

 

As Super Bowl weekend approached the people in Minnesota were hopeful that the Vikes could prevail on their third try at a victory. But…

A troubling storm was forming in the Pacific and came ashore on January 8th. It crossed the Rockies on the 9th where it performed a classic Panhandle Hook and swung south to Oklahoma. There it met warm tropical air coming up from the Gulf and heading for the upper Midwest and intensified. As it approached the Minnesota border the barometer hit a record low of 28.38. After colliding with Arctic air moving southward the snow began.

Mike, our youngest, was 2 ½ at the time and his sister, Karen 4 ½, and our oldest, Tara at 6 ½, the only one attending school. They sent the kids home from school early anticipating the heavy snow and the narrow roads that the buses would need to traverse to get all the kids to their rural farms and homes.

 

It started to snow heavily on Friday afternoon of the 10th and I decided to head home early. Charlie Krebsbach car pooled with me. He lived on the north of Big Fish Lake, the lake adjacent to our own Watab Lake. These lakes are common in this part of Minnesota due to millions of years of advancing and retreating glaciers.

I drove a ’68 Pontiac, a heavy bodied sedan, that had been further fortified by its previous owner and looked like a reinforced stock car for racing. We called it the “Freeway Flier”.

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The snow started falling heavier as we headed up the narrow two-lane road toward home some eight miles away. The flakes were like duck feathers, the kind that stack up in a hurry. With snow-covered farmers fields on each side and white out conditions, I was really worried about putting the Pontiac in the ditch. Charlie had his nose glued to the windshield picking out the next telephone poles and directing me to “go a little left or right” trying to keep us in the middle of the road. I was staring straight ahead, sweating the sudden appearance of a truck coming the other way.

We made it to Charlie’s place and I headed the mile or so to my turn off. We lived in a small complex of about fifteen homes on an oval-shaped dirt road. Six or so of the houses, including ours, perched on the lake front side. The problem: There was a steep hill to climb to get up to our little complex. I barely made it up and, it turned out, was the last car to do so.

The wind picked up and they were predicting temperatures dropping to 10 degrees below and wind speeds up to 90 mph, meaning it was almost a certainty that we would lose power. I went next door to talk to our neighbors, the Fahrney’s, a couple with two teenage daughters. They were generous Christian people and Bill and I agreed that our family would freeze without a functioning fireplace. He offered for us to move into their house for the duration of the storm. Bill and I would keep his two fire places going 24 hours a day and use his wood pile and mine to feed them.

I went back to our house and drained the pipes and sponged all the water out of the toilets. Our place had electric heat, so without power, our place would get as cold as outside. We also had a central well in our little group of houses, but without electricity, there would be no pump so we would have no water, either!

The wind howled and it snowed heavily throughout Friday night, and we lost power early in the evening. Bill and I fed the fireplaces. The five kids and two mothers huddled around the fires. Bill’s fireplaces were not “heatilators”, the kind that allows cool air to enter at the bottom and to flow around the firebox before exiting at the top as heated air. They are much more effective than simply relying on radiant heat. In addition, the high winds blowing across the chimney caused the heat to be sucked up the chimney and promoted infiltration of the freezing air from outside. But it’s all we had, so we kept the fires roaring.

Dawn Saturday revealed a total white out and roaring winds. You couldn’t see 10 feet. The temperature had dropped to -10. The wind chill reached -80 degrees. When we went outside to get more wood, any exposed skin felt like a blowtorch had been applied.

Without water and nine people in the house, we were soon worrying about the toilets. You can’t flush them without water.

Everyone in the complex needed water so two neighborhood guys who owned snowmobiles made a heroic trip to fetch a generator. From who I had no idea. I don’t know how they found their way either. They told us the landscape had completely changed with huge 20’ snowdrifts and visibility near zero. With the generator we could get the pumps running and get water to all the houses.

The wind and snow continued at the same intensity all Saturday night and into mid-morning Sunday. Then it just stopped. Still cold… maybe zero, but people from Minnesota are used to that. We crawled out of our houses to almost two feet of snow on the level and daunting snow drifts. As we dug through the stuff we noticed black streaks veining the snow, topsoil blown off the plowed fields of the Dakotas and western Minnesota. We called it “snert”.

After all the neighbors finished digging out the cars at the bottom of the hill and manhandling them up the hill so the snowplow could get through it was midafternoon. Wonder of wonders, the power came on minutes before the kick off for the Super Bowl. The Vikings lost to the Steelers 16 to 6.

One footnote: Once we had all recovered and dug out from the blizzard, including the massive snowdrift that had piled up on the corner of the road, I started to think about how helpless we were during the storm. There was absolutely no way for an ambulance or fire truck to get to us. And, if one of our kids got sick or injured no way for us to find our way to the St. Cloud Hospital over the back roads. There were no snowplows out because they could not see where in the Hell they were going! Anyway, if you were stranded or stuck you would freeze to death in very short order. It was the first and last time I ever felt completely isolated and helpless.

A couple years later, after the blizzard of 1978.

 

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The Strategy

The Democrats have been trying to get rid of Trump since the moment he was declared President.  He is not a politician and it often showed.  He was congenitally unable to resist “punching back” when attacked or finding nuanced answers to provocative questions.  Worse, he often acted like an arrogant asshole.

He had threatened to “drain the swamp” and many politicians, including Republicans, were not much interested in that because all the entrenched politicians were sucking at the teat of the money cow that marches through Washington.  AKA, the Swamp.

The Democrats and Hillary concocted the Russian hoax to tarnish Trump and to divert attention away from the actual Russian collusion of the Democrats and Hillary’s play for pay scheme run through the Clinton Foundation. Diverting attention away from Hillary’s emails was a bonus.  That investigation went on for over three years at a cost of some $35+ million.  In the end it was a big nothing.  I see Hillary’s still hanging on to the Russian collusion narrative despite Trump leaving office tomorrow. Rep. Adam Schiff can’t seem to let it go either and we are still awaiting the “conclusive evidence” he had to prove Trump colluded with those dastardly Russians.

The Democrats were afraid that if he got a second term that the movement he started would be impossible to contain.  He was gaining support among black and Hispanic voters with his policies and his promise of school choice and more charter schools and that held great appeal to inner city blacks with their kids trapped in terrible public schools.  The teacher’s unions were terrified of that possibility, but not as much as the Democrats.

They have relied on the 90 percent of blacks to vote for them  for decades.  The Trump populist movement also brought blue collar workers strongly behind Trump.  Wages for blacks actually went up during the Trump years.

With the economy booming along Trump’s reelection looked pretty certain.  Something had to be done and then they got a gift…. COVID-19 arrived from China.  A disaster and people were dying.  As Jane Fonda put it, “It was a gift from God for the Democrats.”  Pretty cold.  They planned to use it to finally get rid of Trump.  They had a very detailed plan. First, of course was to blame Trump for the pandemic and every death.

To start the Democrats had to find a candidate that they could call “moderate”.  Joe Biden, a five-decade creature of Washington fit the bill.  COVID gave them an excuse to hide him in his home in Delaware and not be exposed to any questions about what he planned to do.  Also, it prevented the public seeing just how “cognitively challenged” Joe has become.

They were sure they could get away with this because during the summer the Democrats hired 600 lawyers to challenge mail in ballot and signature verification rules in critical battleground states.  The US constitution states that the state legislatures are the ones to set election rules.  But, using sympathetic partisan judges, they managed to change the rules without legislative approval.  They also recruited 10,000 volunteers to be present at polling places to “insure votes are counted correctly”.  Right.

So millions of ballots were sent out to people who had not even requested them through the normal absentee system. All developed countries either forbid mail in ballots or severely restrict them because of the potential for fraud.

But states purposely sent out millions of ballots.  Michigan, for example, sent out ballots during the summer before the election to every resident of the state! With no possible means of verifying if those ballots sent in were legitimate or not it seems obvious that massive fraud occurred.  Without a complete audit there is no way to check.  Some states, like Georgia, destroy the ballots after the election.

Other states, critical “battleground states”, had similar mass mail in ballots. As would be expected, the number of votes in this election exceeded anything in modern history.  No one knows how many were fraudulent.  However, now it is forbidden to question the validity of the election.  Even Fox News won’t mention it.  If you say it on social media you are summarily cancelled from the sites.

The second piece of the strategy to get rid of Trump was the collective negative press.  Several studies have shown that the news stories in papers and on TV were over 90% negative.  Worse, they never made a peep about any of his accomplishments.  Their hatred extended to Melania, the beautiful and classy First Lady. Hollywood and late night TV hosts constantly spewed lies and hate toward the entire Trump family.

Of course, the flip side of the media bias was the cover-up of Biden’s verbal and foolish gaffs. The media let him hide from any questions about what he planned to do.  The media praised him for staying out of the spotlight because of the COVID issue.

One of the most brazen of media (social and legacy) was to completely black out the damning NY Post articles exposing the corruption of Hunter and the rest of the Biden family.  This was three weeks before the election!  Twitter and Facebook would ban anyone who tried to send the article to anyone.  This is election fraud and manipulation and exposes the hypocrisy of the politicians who get big donations from these media giants.

The other essential piece of the strategy was to preserve the black vote.  Candice Owens, in her excellent book Black Out, describes how Lyndon Johnson developed policies to insure blacks would vote Democrat for decades.  Every election cycle they pander for the black vote and use it to win elections and ignore them after the election.

Blacks were approving of Trump’s policies and doubting that Democrats were going to enact any change to benefit their communities ravaged by crime and poverty.  They wanted better schools and Trump had given it to them. He also set up inner city opportunity zones to provide jobs.  Trump threatened to chew into the black vote.

During the summer, there had been numerous riots and protests over police shootings of black criminals.  Liberal cities like Seattle and LA were calling for defunding the police.  Then came George Floyd.  Caught on video with a police officer kneeling on his neck, George died.  You would think that the unfortunate George was a saint.  He fact he was a career criminal and drug addict.  He had been imprisoned five times, the last time for five years for armed robbery. At the time of his death, he had the following drugs in his system; fentanyl, meth, cannabis and morphine.  These likely contributed to his death.  No matter.  He was immediately granted sainthood and downtown Minneapolis was burned in horrific riots as retribution.  Black Lives Matter, a Marxist organization, stepped in to riot and protest in numerous cities across the US.  Funding for this destructive organization flooded in from liberals in Hollywood and big business hoping to be spared the wrath of BLM. After another death at the hands of a police officer, Kenosha, WI burned. BLM and Antifa joined protests with destruction and mayhem.  The unspoken narrative being…. If you get rid of Trump this will stop.

George Floyd laid to rest after funeral service in Houston - Times of India

Meanwhile, George received several funerals worthy of Mandela or a past president.  It was broadcast on live TV.

All together, these efforts managed to contain an outbreak of blacks voting for Trump.  This was, of course, assisted by some very questionable vote counting in inner city districts.  Hundreds of affidavits filed to attest to vote counting irregularities simply got ignored.

75 million Americans think they got screwed and the last Trump rally in DC saw a couple of hundred nut jobs break into the Capitol Building.  The Dems called a snap impeachment and a trial will start in the Senate on February 8th.  Unfortunately, the Constitution says that impeachment is for “removal of the President”. But, he’s no longer President!  The Pelosi comedy continues.

Now it is clear that the Biden Presidency is anything but moderate and is, in fact, the most liberal in history.

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Fish Chowder

I made up the recipe for fish chowder while on a canoe trip to the wilderness area near the border of Manitoba and Ontario in 1961. I still use essentially the same recipe today.

This story began when I decided to take a sabbatical from Cornell after my freshman year to hitchhike around the US and grow up. After hitching to Miami, I got a job as a deckhand on the Brigantine Yankee, where I spent nearly six months sailing around the Bahamas for Windjammer Cruises. There I met Jack Alexander, a passenger from Minnesota. I guided him on a couple of SCUBA dives and towed him back to the ship with his tank empty and sharks circling.

I had the 4 to 8 watches, morning and evening, with the Captain because the Skipper was teaching me celestial navigation. At about 7 am, he would go below to clean up for breakfast with the guests. Before that, I would run forward to the galley to get a cup of coffee. Nobody could cross the threshold of Frank’s galley except for the Captain and me. I was Frank’s pal because I’d bring him a nice grouper now and then so he could make his chowder, and gig enough lobsters to feed everybody on board when we anchored off Great Isaac’s Lighthouse.

Great Isaac’s Lighthouse, Bimini, Bahamas

Jack Alexander rose early and, after being rebuffed by Frank (perpetually cranky), talked me into getting him a cup of coffee. We did a lot of talking while I had the wheel.

The Brigantine Yankee

After five months I had to regrettably leave the Yankee because I needed money to go back to Cornell. I had just turned 19 while aboard and returned to hitchhiking, this time to the West coast. I traveled with Rip Bliss, a fellow crewman from Yankee. We first hitched to Chicago so we could go the entire length of Route 66. This adventure is covered extensively in the blog post, “Hitching”.

Once we finally made it to Los Angles, we turned north, and on May 1st, arrived in Seattle. I was pretty much out of cash and Rip completely out. We needed jobs and quickly. After being rejected by the Smoke Jumpers, we hooked up with the Forest Service Pine Shoot moth survey. We traveled around western Washington driving through neighborhoods looking for the moths in garden shrubs. It was a blessing as we were on per diem and therefore had food and lodging covered. That ended when I got sent back to the headquarters to take over the office and rearing of the samples we collected. We raised the samples so we could identify the adults. I had taken a semester of entomology so I was the most qualified. Ha!

The HQ was an abandoned lumber warehouse, so no bed, no fridge, and no stove. With a hot plate, a few pans I bought in a Seattle hock shop, and by running cold water slowly in the bathroom sink overflow, I had the food situation covered. I slept on a half couch with my feet on a folding chair and covered myself with a Marine blanket from my duffle bag. It sucked.

About two weeks of that routine, a letter from Jack Alexander arrived. He wanted me to call him about a job in Minnesota. So I called and Jack explained he wanted me to play big brother to his two boys while living at a cottage on a lake. I was suspicious. It sounded too good, so I was hesitant to commit. I was only 19 but had seen enough to be suspicious. He said that he would send me a plane ticket to come and look it over and a return ticket. If I decided to take the job, I would fly back with my gear after giving my notice to the Forestry Service.

I had only been on two airplanes in my young life, both courtesy of the US Navy. I flew to Pensacola Naval Air Station during spring break of my freshman year. They were trying to convince young NROTC students to sign up for pilot training after graduation. I had no intention of being a pilot but I enjoyed eating, and since the fraternity house where I worked for my food would be closed, my food source was gone. I knew the Navy would feed me three squares a day, so I went.

The Carevelle jet flight from Seattle to Minneapolis was nothing like the Navy DC-3 and T33 trainer. Champagne and steak!

I got to meet the boys–John, 13 and David, 9–and see the situation first hand. Jack visited that evening he explained that as VP of Sales for the granite company he was absent much of the time.  His wife was a wheelchair bound MS victim and he did not want to leave the boys alone all summer.  Jack’s cabin was under construction, so I stayed at his Dad’s cabin (also named John) directly across Big Fish Lake.

My job was to spend time with the boys and teach them swimming, sailing and anything else I could think of, while getting a nominal hourly wage for working at John’s place cutting brush, chopping wood, and other odd jobs.  Jack would supplement my pay at the end of the year sufficiently to return to Cornell. I would still need to work for my food, and likely get some scholarships and loans to pull it together, but it was such a good deal I could hardly refuse.

So I returned and set up housekeeping in John’s cottage. We had swim lessons, some gymnastics and fishing. We built a dock and a float, and I climbed a huge tree and we hung a thick rope from it to make a rope swing. During working hours, we continued work on John Senior’s acreage of woods across the lake.

We noticed a pair of hawks building a nest up high in a very tall tree and thought I’d try to capture one of the chicks just before it learned how to fly.

Jack bought a small sailboat and a number of others on the lake did likewise. I had to rig most of them since they came disassembled and no one else seemed to know much about it. I started teaching people how to sail.

During the first week of June we took a canoe trip to the wild area north of Lake Superior and outfitted with Gun Flint Lodge.

There were 8 of us in three canoes: Jack, John, and Dave and Zeke Zenner and his three boys, Guy, Mark, and Dain. The campsites were already established as this was a common canoe trip route. Nonetheless, it was rugged enough for the young kids. The fishing was fantastic! We caught pike, lake trout, small mouth bass and plenty of big walleyes. Jack landed the biggest walleye I had ever seen before or since, weighing in at 12 to 13 lbs but there were a number of others in the 4 to 7 lb class.

At the conclusion of that trip, Jack asked if John and I would like to stay another few days. Answer, Yes. We resupplied and headed out for exploring some different and off the beaten path lakes. We fished Ogiskemunche, Jasper, Kingfisher and Rice. The portage into Rice was so overgrown that I had to force the canoe I had on my shoulders through the brush and collect swarms of mosquitos under the canoe. We caught some rainbows in there and bass, walleyes and lake trout in the other lakes.

By the time we got back the baby hawks were nearing the day that they would leave the nest so we decided it was time.  We knew that mama and papa hawk were not going to be thrilled with me swiping one of their chicks so I bundled up with a canvas rain jacket with towels across my shoulders underneath. I wore a hard hat held in place by the hood of the rain jacket. The climb up the tree would be tricky because for the first 35 feet or so there were no branches and the tree was pretty thick.  Fortunately, I never gave much thought to falling.  The hawk parents were repeatedly dive bombing me and screeching although they never actually hit me.  I grabbed a chick and dropped him into the bushes below.  He spread his wings to break his fall and he survived.

We put him on a perch we had built out in the yard and started to feed him chipmunks.  As he grew and the chipmunk population declined we switched to stew beef.  We knew little about training a hawk but constructed a lure that we would swing around and reward him when he attacked it.  Since he was not restrained to the perch he eventually flew up into the surrounding trees and the training program stalled.

We had other things to think about as we started planning a trip in August to an area outside of Lac Du Bonnet, Manitoba, located about 90 miles north of Winnipeg. Cold Spring Granite had a quarry and factory there. Jack ordered two fiberglass canoes and had them shipped to the plant. (We’d used aluminum canoes at Gun Flint and they were too noisy.)

As the weeks passed, we got more serious about planning for the trip. First, we got maps and aerial photos of the area where we planned to go. The photos we laminated in plastic with a piece of cardboard. These were more detailed than the map.

The plan was for John and me to go in to the area the first ten days and then Jack would fly in and meet us at Trapline Lake. He would bring David and a second canoe, plus enough food for the four of us for an additional ten days. This was going to require some careful planning and since it was a lengthy trip and we had to carry everything over portages, we couldn’t take a lot of excess gear.

In addition to a tent and sleeping bags we would need cooking pots and utensils. I owned a cooking set of nesting pots, dishes and frying pans. We also bought a reflector oven made of aluminum that collapsed into a flat piece. Of course, an axe, fishing gear, dish soap and our personal items but few clothes. We had a serious first aid kit including suturing kit. We had seen it done when Doc Kelly sewed up Jack’s hand that had been cut with a power saw. I sure hoped I would not have to do that.

Food would be a critical item and with no refrigeration nothing like that would be possible. Nor could we take a lot of canned goods. Too heavy. We did find some freeze dried dinners that we could rely on but it was clear that most of our meals would be fish.

We did have a secret weapon. Really secret. We smuggled in a .22 Armalite rifle that disassembled and all the parts fit in the plastic stock. The whole thing was about a foot long or so and fit nicely into a rolled up sleeping bag. I thought we’d augment our fish diet with small game. What we discovered was that young ducks that could not quite fly were pretty easy to shoot from a quiet canoe. Mighty tasty grilled over a wood fire. The grouse were tame as chickens but the pine squirrels tasted horrible.

We made our own jerky, beef sliced in ¼” thick pieces about 2” wide and 7” long, rolled in a mix of salt, pepper and allspice and hung outside in the sun to dry.

I planned to make Bannock in the reflector oven. It was basically a baking powder biscuit that I made into two large loafs. Big fire with fireplace to direct heat and an eyeball for when baked. Carrying bread was impractical so flour instead.

The plan: I would make two sets of food packs, the first for John and me to take and a second set for Jack to pick up at the cabin.

With all this going on, poor Rip had been neglected. He had not learned how to hunt and would fly out of the trees toward you when you came out of the cabin. We’d throw him a few chunks of beef stew meat. Never gave much thought to what he would do after we left for 20 days.

John and I left on the train from St. Cloud, MN for the overnight to Winnipeg and were met there by one of the employees from the granite company. We went to the plant and picked up the canoe, and he then drove us to the drop off point at Rainier Lake.

This probably seems crazy today in the era of helicoptering parenting. Here we were a 19 year old and a 13 year old heading out into what was pretty much uninhabited territory with no radio or phone to contact anyone if something bad happened to one of us. It would take days for us to get back to the mining road where were scheduled to be picked up in 20 days! We had no idea how much traffic was going up and down that dirt track, if ever. But we were young and never considered the possibility of tragedy.

So we pushed off and started paddling. We had several lakes to get trough to get to Trapline and a number of portages, one almost a mile long. There is some debate about the sequence of lakes but it appears it was Coleman and Bain before we got the long paddle up Wilson and Trapline. The portages required two trips for both of us to get all the gear across. I think it took us three or four days of serious paddling to get to the far end of Trapline where we set up our base camp on an island. As we traveled we’d find a breezy point on which to camp that would keep the mosquitos somewhat a bay. The black flies, much more nasty biters, die off after their swarms in the spring.

We stopped for lunch on sunny points and ate our thick beef jerky and split a loaf of bannock that we washed down with lake water. We made our way into Trapline Lake, a long and very large lake. Since we left the mining road we had seen no one and few, if any, signs of people previously camping anywhere we stopped.

At our perfect site on the island, we built a big fire pit with large flat rocks to direct the heat into the reflector oven, cut pine boughs to put under our sleeping bags, and built a latrine back in the woods well away from the camp.

Fishing was stupid easy. In the morning we could catch two perfect pan sized walleyes that we’d bonk, filet, dip in corn meal and fry in bacon grease. The Crisco we used to bake the bannock and the slab bacon for frying we often ate the fish with a side of oatmeal or Ralston with sugar. No milk.

Trapline Lake is in Ontario so we’d crossed the border at some point and we had no fishing licenses for Ontario. Since we had not seen another human it did not seem worth worrying about.

From our base camp, John and I explored the lake. We had found that our aerial photos were much more useful than our maps. As we explored, we fished at one channel not far from our camp. We both hooked a walleye at the same time so we pulled up on a small island and started chucking our spoons out into the channel. In 45 minutes we caught 33 walleyes!

We also discovered an old, fallen-down, log trappers cabin on the opposite side of the channel. That was the only sign of human habitation we’d seen on the trip. We caught lots of northern pike and even baked one in the reflector oven. Bony but tasty. (We did not then know the technique for cutting out the pesky Y-bones.)

We noticed that there was a small lake that showed clearly on the aerial photo that was not on the map and wondered if the series of channels and small lakes would allow us to gain access to that lake. We decided to wait and do that when Jack and Dave flew in the next day.

Meanwhile, Jack headed out to the cottage to pick up the food packs for the remainder of the trip. As he got out of the car, Rip was trying to land on his head. Rip was unafraid of humans and depended on them for food. John and I had cleaned out the fridge before we left but had missed a couple of moldy hot dogs. Jack tossed the hot dogs out the door and sprinted for the car with the packs. We found out later that Rip had been sitting on the roof of the home of an elderly couple that lived a couple of hundred yards away. He would fly down when they were trying to leave and scared the shit out of them. We never confessed.

The Beaver float plane landed and deposited Jack, David, the canoe and all their gear at our camp on the island. Jack had thoughtfully added fresh steaks and a 12 pack of beer to the food list. We carefully knotted the necks of the bottles of beer to a line and lowered them off a rocky shelf. You only had to go down about 6’ to find really cold water, a fact we discovered while swimming. That night we had a feast of grilled steaks, baked potatoes and cold beer.

John and I had already discovered that a warm sunny day was good for a swim and for washing your clothes. As I said we did not carry a lot of clothes so we’d wash them in the lake, drape them over shrubs to dry while we took a swim and ate lunch.

John in his tidy whities.

The next day we headed up to locate out to see if we could find the mysterious lake that only showed on the aerial photo. As we paddled up the wide channel it would narrow and we’d find a beaver dam. We dragged the canoes around the dams and continued.

Finally, we came to a rocky hill at the end of a wide section of the channel. Although we could see a cut in the hill, we could not get to it because a reed bed blocked the end of the lake. Eventually we found a narrow channel through the reed bed, and after a short trip up a creek and a lift over a beaver dam, we paddled into the lake. As we sat there admiring the lake, we noticed a deer standing on the sunny hillside to our right. David flipped his spoon on a short cast and immediately hooked a nice walleye.

As we explored the lake, it seemed that no one had ever camped there for we could find no old campsites. The fishing was fantastic. David’s three biggest walleyes in one day weighed in at 18 lbs!

We named the lake Our Lake.

David holding a walleye

John fishing in the canoe.

This lake was untouched and the fishing was amazing. We never did go deep for lake trout because we only had spinning gear, and lakers at that time of year would be deep. One day, John and I snuck up on a huge black bear tearing into a rotten log. The wind was blowing hard and we pushed thru the reeds. A spoon clanked against the side of the canoe and when he stood up we realized we were way too close. You could see the flies buzzing around his head! Fortunately, he dropped down and took off up the hill, crashing thru the brush as he went. We had no bear problems with our food. They had not yet learned you could steal easy food from humans.

Another day, we saw a big bull moose standing in the lake eating lily pads. The sun was setting behind us casting a band of reflected light across the lake. We paddled right in that sunlight reflected off the water when he had his head down and sat still when he had his head up. Jack was looking through the Kodak camera and did not realize how close we were. He clicked the camera and could then see it. And he was 16 feet closer than I was in the stern! The moose bolted for the shore, lunging and swimming and as hard as we paddled, we would not catch up with him.

On this trip, my fish chowder was created.

First, in the big kettle I would fry up some thick strips of bacon.
Remove them and set aside.
Then in the bacon fat I would soften a chopped onion.
Add about a quart of water and toss in a couple of sectioned carrots and a couple of potatoes. Salt and pepper. (Now I use chopped garlic and soften with the onion.)
When the carrots and potatoes are soft add the chunks of fish, usually 1” squares. Stir in instant mashed potatoes to thicken.
Top your bowl of chowder with the crumbled bacon.

If we had left overs we would add some liquid, more fish and bits of leftover duck or grouse. We’d call that “Conglomeration Stew”.

The following year, immediately after my return from my sophomore year, all four of us headed back to Our Lake. I have no photos of that trip or any written journal. On that trip, John Sr., Jack’s father, flew in with Pat, Jack’s half brother. When they flew out ,the now-heavier Beaver had a hell of a time getting enough altitude to get out of there. He took several runs at it before he could clear the ridge at the end of the lake. Scary.

In 1963, for a change of pace, we took a different trip to a place recommended by Doc Selznick. We called it derisively “Selznick’s Wilderness”. It was far from it. At one point we found ourselves paddling next to a busy paved highway. I seem to remember that Pat was on that trip and maybe Clint Elston?

One note on Rip the hawk. Early on, I had taught him to respond to my shrill whistle. I did not know if he survived the winter. After we returned from the canoe trip, I went outside the cabin and gave a whistle. He screeched in return and I could see him flying around in the trees but he did not come down. I was glad he survived.

Jack Alexander, born 1925, died 2018.

Thanks for all the great adventures, Jack!

 

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Is this a Political Realignment?

From the perspective of three generations of sucking up 02 and exhaling dreaded C02, I think I have noted some changes in the political landscape. This is certainly evident in this year’s Presidential election.

In decades past, the south was solidly Democrat as was the industrial north as union members and blacks voted almost exclusively for the Democrats. But in those days, the Democrats were not nearly so radically leftist. John Kennedy, for example got tax cuts and regulation reduction causing an economic boom. So did Reagan and Trump after him with the same result.

The Republicans were regarded as the party of the rich and the intellectual classic liberals like William F. Buckley. (The classic liberals would be characterized as conservatives today and, of course, modern liberals are now more socialist.)

Over the decades the “administrative state” has grown exponentially and the government workers now comprise 9 million workers or 6% of the total. With this growth comes the unionization of government employees. This, of course, does not include people employed by state and local governments. The teachers’ unions and the postal workers’ unions care more about serving themselves than results. As a consequence, school performance by students and efficiency at the postal service both continue to decline despite bags of money thrown at them every year. Their generous retirement benefits are billions in the hole.

Naturally, these government employees will continue to vote Democrat to protect their self-interest. While public employee unions were growing, traditional manufacturing and construction union membership declined as manufacturing moved offshore and immigration cut into construction jobs.

In recent national elections, if you look at the counties who vote GOP in red vs counties voting Democrat in blue, the map is mostly red from coast to coast. The blue counties are typically in and around big metropolitan areas. These counties are populated by “urban atheists”. They also have a large population of blacks and other ethnic minorities. However, the raw numbers in the blue counties far out weighs the vote tallies from the rest of the state.

The “left coast” states of California, Oregon and Washington demonstrate the results. Washington has not had a Republican governor in 35 years, Oregon 33 years. Schwarzenegger was the last GOP governor in California and he left office in 2011. All 6 senators from those three states are Democrats as are the mayors of all the major cities. The situation is the same in the major cities on the east coast too.

The west coast cities in particular are a mess. Homeless encampments line the sidewalks with filth and rampant drug use. Theft to support drug habits goes unpunished by liberal prosecutors and a revolving door policy. At the same time, as violent riots plague these cities, they decide to “defund the police”! The blacks who live in these cities can see it and favor more police to protect their neighborhoods.

This election is about weather or not you prefer style over substance. The working class, the previous Democrat supporters, the blacks and the Hispanics, seem to be clearly falling on the side of substance. Democrats are worried that they may lose their huge support from the minority voters and the working class of the rust belt states who turn out in massive numbers for Trump’s rallies. These people are primarily working class and middle class voters, not rich Republicans. The wealthy and especially the super rich from Silicone Valley and Wall Street are now Democrats. That’s why Biden has twice as much money in his coffers as the Trump campaign.

The questions are, can the swing states manipulate the numbers in the counting process? And are their enough Democrats and RINOS who hate Trump sufficiently to provide a winning count?

As I said, here has not been a Republican governor in Washington in 35 years. The last Republican to threaten the Democrat establishment was Dino Rossi in 2004. Dino won on election night and won on the first recount and the second recount. But on the third recount he lost by 42 votes. In King County, the home of the heavily Democrat city of Seattle they kept finding votes, some in the trunks of cars.

I think that’s what we can expect in this election. That and riots.

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Here Comes Joe and Company

Despite hiding out in his basement and countless blunders suggesting declining mental abilities, Joe Biden is leading by wide margins in the polls and “battle ground states”. He might well defeat Trump to the widespread joy of liberals, Hollywood, and the press.

Joe W.H.O.? - Imgflip


For Trump’s entire term he has been bombarded by one phony scandal after another and the strictly partisan impeachment as well as the constant vitriol of cable news, nasty Nancy and snarky Schumer. They figured out how to bait him into angry responses and bombast that did little to endear him to independent voters.

And, we should not forget the Swamp, the enormous collection of lawyers, lobbyists and consultants who feed on the vast sums of money that flows through Washington. Trump promised to “drain the swamp” but the swamp creatures of all political stripes have been fighting desperately to keep the cash flowing.

Despite all that obstructive diversion, Trump was able to create a booming economy and against strong opposition, stem the tide of illegal aliens streaming across the border. Black unemployment hit record lows, he passed prison reform and increased funding for traditional black colleges. His popularity with blacks was increasing and threatening the chokehold the Democrats held on the black vote for 50 years. Trump’s reelection looked pretty likely.

Then two events changed things. First and obviously, the COVID-19 pandemic brought the economy to a standstill. Then the murder of George Floyd provided the spark to unleash the Black Lives Matter movement with the ensuing marches and riots. No matter that the founders of BLM are Marxists! The career Republicans are running for their lives, thinking only of their own survival.

So what can we anticipate from a Joe Biden Presidency and let’s assume that the Democrats hold the House with Nasty Nancy at the helm? If Biden wins, Schumer and company might well take over the Senate. With complete control there will be wholesale changes. First of all, we should recognize that Biden will NOT be leading the charge. He will be just a figurehead and they would do just as well with a cardboard cutout. Others behind the scene will be calling the shots. Anyway, here’s my short list:

1) Biden has already let it slip that he favors a $2 trillion dollar tax increase. For an economy trying to recover from a pandemic induced recession, this is a terrible idea.

2) The Green New Deal, probably the worst idea in modern history, would be implemented. Not only does it require spending trillions of dollars, again a bad idea in a recession, it would end the energy independence achieved by Trump’s policies. Funded by the Russians and led by climate change zealots has already delayed and led to cancellations of dozens of pipelines that would deliver cheap natural gas to cities on the East Coast.

AOC’s Green New Deal would put an end to fracking, and hence, the energy independence brought about by Trump’s policies. Drilling would also be curtailed and trillions invested in solar and windmill projects instead. As in the Obama Administration much of that money would sink into the swamp. Hundreds of thousand of workers in the energy industry would lose their jobs.

Those two policies alone would be enough to stifle any recovery to the economy from the disaster of the C-19 pandemic.

3) The southern border would again be open and I would not be surprised to see the Democrats tear down Trump’s border wall. That would drive down wages and increase unemployment in an already challenging labor market as a wave of illegal immigrants rush the border for “free stuff”.

4) Say goodbye to the health care system. Democrats love free healthcare for everyone. Despite the expense and ineptitude of such systems, the Democrats will plunge boldly ahead.

5) To try to stifle an armed revolt they may try to take everyone’s guns away. It seems impossible they would be that stupid because it could trigger an armed rebellion.

The more likely approach is to try to insure their power forever. First, they would eliminate the filibuster so that the Senate could pass legislation by simple majority vote. Then despite a Constitutional prohibition, they will give DC two senators. They will permit mail in ballots universally insuring fraud to taint any election. They will pack the Supreme court with liberal justices.

With all that in place, the US will face Democrat rule forever or until the country turns into Venezuela and becomes a satellite of China. So, in less than 250 years the greatest democracy in history will be lost.

It reminds of us the famous quote by Nikita Khrushchev, long dead former head of the Russian communist party. He said, “You can’t expect the American people to jump from capitalism to communism, but we can assist their leaders in giving them small doses of socialism, until one day they find they have communism”.

I hope the people who absolutely hate Trump will be happy with that outcome!

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St. George

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    The brutal and heartless killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis caught on video has sparked outrage and anger throughout the US and indeed the world.  Marches, looting and rioting rocked inner cities across the US.  As usual in these race protests, stores and businesses were burned and looted.  The people who live in these neighborhoods will have to go somewhere else to buy groceries and to get their medications, maybe for a long time.  The owners of these shops may not be able to rebuild or simply choose not to take the risk again.  That’s what happened in Watts and SE Los Angeles after the Rodney King riots in 1992.

    The funerals and eulogies go on and on for Mr. Floyd. It is now two weeks after his death and there is yet another funeral service in Houston today.  The service was carried on all major networks and every cable network.  It has started to sound like George was a Gandhi or Mandela.  Maybe a martyred saint? More on that a bit further on.

    Certainly his killer, former officer Derek Chauvin, is no saint.  He has 18 complaints against him about excessive violence and several shootings, including one that resulted in the death of a suspect. The graphic video shows his sneering disdain for the life of the man under his knee.

    Interestingly, Derek and George knew each other as they both worked at El Nuevo Rodeo as security guards at this popular Minneapolis club that had a largely minority clientele.

His rough treatment of rowdy customers was reported to the owner on numerous occasions.  The fact that Chauvin and Floyd knew each other raises another troubling aspect to this tragic story.

    Mr. Floyd has a history of trouble with the law and has accumulated a long list of convictions.  As is usual with career criminals, there are usually many more violations of the law that did not result in convictions.

    1990  Theft and possession of cocaine.

    1998  Ten months in prison for firearm robbery.

    2002  Thirty days for criminal trespass.

    2002  Eighteen months for cocaine violation.

    2004  Ten months for cocaine violation.

    2007  Five years for armed home invasion/robbery and pointing a gun at a pregnant woman.

    When Floyd got out of prison in Texas he moved to Minneapolis to “turn his life around”.  He worked as a truck driver and bouncer.  Indeed, he has had no convictions since the five-year stretch in Houston.  His autopsy showed that, at the time of his death, he had the following illegal drugs in his system: Fentanyl, methamphetamines, cannabis, and morphine.  So at the least, we know that George had not dealt with his drug problem.  A shop owner called the cops when George tried to pass a bad bill and unfortunately, Chauvin showed up.

    During the riots and protests that broke out throughout US cities, a 38-year veteran of the St. Louis police department was shot trying to protect a pawnshop.  His name was David Dorn, a retired police Captain and an African-American.  This honorable and decent man killed in a senseless shooting by a black youth received almost no mention in the press.  I guess it didn’t fit the narrative of corrupt police killing innocent blacks. Other police officers were killed and hundreds injured in the riots.

    Now the cry is to de-fund the police and/ or completely eliminate the police departments.  How do they think that’s going to work out?  My guess is anarchy, especially in the poor neighborhoods.  Then you will have a huge increase in gun ownership, some legal and much not.  Are they going to call a social worker when some asshole is breaking into your house to rape your daughter and steal your TV?

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I Have Met the Enemy and He is Us

Walt Kelly was a cartoonist who created a popular comic strip called “Pogo” that went syndicated in newspapers across the US in 1948. It featured a cast of Okefenokee swamp animals led by the Opossum, Pogo and Allie the alligator.

While it could be enjoyed by children, Kelly also used the strip as his platform to express his political and philosophical views in satire and parody. He made some powerful enemies with his uncanny caricatures of politicians like Joe McCarthy and J. Edgar Hoover. All with names changed, of course.

One of his famous phrases during a “war” in the swamp was the slight modification of Oliver Hazard Perry’s message upon defeating the British during the battle of Lake Erie in the War of 1812. Perry said, “I have met the enemy and he is ours.”

Loi and I loved Pogo during the late ‘60’s and 70’s we used to sing Pogo’s traditional Christmas carol to our kids. Eventually the kids would sing it too.

Sung to the tune of “Deck the Halls” it went like this:

Deck us all with Boston Charlie
Walla Walla Wash and Kalamazoo!
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo

Don’t we know archaic barrel
Lullaby Lillie boy Louisville Lou
Trolley Molly don’t love Herald
Boola boola Pensacola hullaballo

It went on like that for 4 more verses but we usually never made it that far before collapsing in laughter.

Bear with me I will eventually get to the point.

Sitting at home sheltered in place or whatever you choose to call it, you have plenty of time to think, and watch television. The body count is listed on the screen constantly like the stock market fluctuations. Sort of a morbid hourly body count. You begin to wonder if Pogo was right, the enemy is us!

The projections on how many people would die from this virus have been wildly off, bringing into question who is creating these models anyway? First it was a couple of million, then downshifted to 200,000 and finally settling in at 60,000. Let’s say they over-corrected and it’s slightly higher to say, 80,000? You also have to wonder if these are the same modelers who are creating the climate change predictions?

With this thought in mind I wondered how many deaths we have in any given year in the US from other diseases? What I learned was that there were 2,813,503 deaths in 2018. Of those diabetes (so near and dear to my heart) was number 7 on the list of ten most at 83,000. That’s slightly less than alcohol related deaths at 88,000. Drug overdoses were 55,000, auto accidents 33,600 and suicide at 47,000. Those were small compared to the biggies…. Heart disease: 647,000 and Cancer: 600,000. The next of the top five were all greater than diabetes.

Did you see that flashing on your TV screen? “Today 20,000 people died of heart disease. Older people are advised to sit this out in their basements and cower in fear!”

Data from https://www.worldometers.info/coronavirus/country/us/, 4/18/2020.

The question I have to ask is, have we over reacted to this virus? I say that with full knowledge that my wife and I are in the highest risk group. Over 28% of all deaths are in the 70+ age groups and to top it off, we both have other risk factors.

Data numbers are confusing–of all the coronavirus deaths, over 80% are over 60 years old. The percentages here are those of infected patients, 14.8% of those 80+ do not survive, not 14.8% of the total population.

So, with hopes that I do not alert the Karma Gods, let me say that this virus is not worth destroying the US economy by over-reaction. My wife and I have lived through several really bad economic times. The late 1970s was arguably the worst. The rate of inflation hovered around 12% and mortgage rates were about the same. Reagan, in his Presidential campaign, added them up and called it the “Misery Index”. He got elected because everyone was indeed miserable. He and the Fed went on a campaign to break the back of inflation and interests rates got cranked up to over 18%. Imagine buying a house with that rate to look forward to? With inflation finally under control, Reagan began the largest peacetime expansion prior to Trump.

Naturally, the Democrats and media have welcomed this pandemic misery because it essentially destroyed the major advantage Trump had going into the 2020 elections—-the booming economy. Nor is it surprising that the Democrats led by the Evil Queen Pelosi would blackmail Trump into cramming non-virus funding into bills meant to help workers and business. These career politicians don’t care if people lose their life savings or their businesses. They still have their jobs and fat perks so they can play politics and the little people be damned. They sit on their asses instead of passing legislation to help the workers and businesses. Pelosi has had the Democrats sitting at home while a bill is pending.

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This “crisis” has also brought out the worst tyrannical instincts of some politicians. Governor Whitmer of Michigan has led the way with some of her idiotic and unconstitutional dictates. My cousin lives there so I get some first-hand reports. Some of her more head shaking rules are: no fishing unless in a canoe or kayak. One fellow was fined $1200 for fishing by himself in a quiet lake. His crime? He had a motor on his boat.

The tyrant governor has also banned the purchase of seeds, paint and any home improvement supplies. Of course, you can still get booze but you can’t walk in a park. She has banned driving to your cottage in the Upper Peninsula. Apparently she hasn’t realized that in the sparsely populated areas, “social distancing” happens by default. Oh, nearly forgot, she banned all elective surgeries but abortions are just fine. Essential apparently. Calling them “life sustaining”. Now that’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one.

The people of Michigan are fed up and are protesting loudly. So are other states. The pressure is building and the future of our children and grandchildren is at stake. This madness has to end. Yes, some people are going to die. Maybe me. But as I pointed out, people die every day of other stuff. We are going to have to pay a heavy price for this total shutdown of the economy and the trillions of dollars tossed at it. Inflation is the likely result and if the Democrats take power in January, it will take decades to get out of it, if ever.

China, Russia and Iran may indeed be our enemies, but we may be the worst of all.

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Chauncey for President

Given the public gaffs of the Democrat chosen candidate, Biden, people have begun to compare him to Bernie in the hilarious movie, “Weekend at Bernie’s.”

Spoiler alert: Bernie is dead.

I think the more appropriate movie comparison is “Being There,” a 1979 movie starring Peter Sellers and Shirley MacLaine. It’s about a quirky man who spends his entire life on the estate of a wealthy man. He’s a simpleton and he takes care of the owner’s garden. No, I am not calling Biden a simpleton; Biden is an elderly man and his mental faculties are declining. I see it happening quickly in some of my friends and I see my own acuity slipping. Biden shows signs of early Alzheimer’s.

The official movie poster.

Chance the gardener has had no education, never left the estate and everything he knows he got from watching television.

Chance the Gardener

When the old man dies, Chance is out on the street but has the old man’s clothes and mannerisms. He is taken in by another wealthy family and speaks in profound-sounding phrases like, “Everything will grow strong at the right time,” and “As long as the roots are not severed, all is well.” All nonsense in the context but regarded by the political powers as profound!

The owner of his new home is well connected politically, and thinks Chauncey Gardiner a wise man. He introduces him to the president who is also impressed with his answer to every question with some principles of gardening. Soon Chauncey finds himself interviewed by the press and on TV shows, and eventually, suggested as a presidential pick.

Jerzy Kosinski who wrote the book and the screenplay, intended it to be a parody or caricature of Washington politics and the press. This whole Democrat primary season has shown that to be extraordinarily accurate.

My first thought was that Bernie and Biden would duke it out until the convention and then a brokered convention would select Hilary as the alternative. The Democrats had only one objective–beat Trump. It looked like Bernie had the most enthusiastic followers, but the powers in the Democrat party figured that a wild-haired, arm-waving, raving communist would stand no chance against Trump. So they picked Biden and everyone started building him up.

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The Democrats have spent the first three years of Trump’s term trying
to get rid of the guy…….almost from the moment he was inaugurated. It did not work.

Pelosi once said she prayed for Trump every day and I’m sure she did, likely praying for God to help her get rid of him. Her prayers were answered in the form of a pandemic. Now they had “Trump’s Katrina” and could blame his administration for every mistake and every death. They were blaming him for not being prepared for the pandemic. No one was prepared, particularly the states that did not spend the money to build up any inventory of ventilators, facemasks and PPE (much of which were depleted and not restocked after the H1N1 epidemic in 2010) and closed hospitals. Couple that with the massive demand increase worldwide for this stuff. And then, of course, you have China that produces most of this equipment, including nearly all of our medications. Shortages are not surprising.

Trump had been complaining about China for years before he decided to run for President and has been trying to bring back manufacturing to the US from China since he was inaugurated. This crisis should shed light on this problem like never before. China is worried about losing a lot of manufacturing so after causing this pandemic and hiding the danger, they are now trying to redeem themselves with donations.

With the Democrats becoming increasingly concerned about Biden, I look to my (enter proper non-gender specific pronoun here) in law who I regard as my weather vane for showing which way the wind is blowing in the Democrat party. He/she is voluble on social media and is singing the praises of Cuomo, the governor of New York.

Gov Cuomo of NY

Indeed, he appears to have gotten the message and is seemingly campaigning in his daily press conferences carried on national TV. The anti-Trump media has gotten the word, too. They’ve also figured out that Trump’s daily briefings and the team of experts with him in those briefings has caused his ratings to go up. They are now proposing not to air the national briefings by the task force but to air the bloviating by Cuomo. He never mentions Trump but refers to assistance as “from the Federal government” and he’s none too grateful for that assistance. Yes, he’s seen the golden path to the White House and he lusts for it.

Getting Cuomo to be the candidate for president and to get rid of Biden while keeping Bernie at arm’s length is going to take some clever political jujitsu. Biden is pretty easy. They just tell the world that his doctors have advised him to retire. Dr. Jill Biden had her heart set on being first lady, but Hillary could just threaten her.

Bernie might be a problem. I do not pretend to know the rules of the Democrat party in the candidate selection process, but exceptions can be made and rules changed. Shutting Bernie up and getting his fervent supporters to vote for either Biden or Cuomo might be tough job. Party loyalty won’t work because Bernie is not even a Democrat.

It’s been quite a year and we are only winding up the first quarter. The rest of the year should be a doozy! Trump’s fate will depend on how quickly he can handle the virus and get the economy rolling again.

As Trump says all the time, “We’ll see what happens”.

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Impeach Him!!

    The day after Trump was inaugurated in 2017 the Washington Post had a headline that said, “The Campaign to Impeach Trump Has Begun” (dated 20 January 2017).  Ten days later, Mark Zaid, the attorney for the Ukrainian whistle blower tweeted, “Coup has started.  First of many steps.”

    In May of 2017 Rep. Al Green in a floor speech urged the House to impeach the President and in July articles of impeachment were filed for the first time.  I guess that was the first time of seven that impeachment was attempted.  So they finally got him.  It took almost three years of constant resistance and help from the liberal media.

    It appears to have started even before Trump got elected.  The recent spanking of the FBI over misrepresentations to the FISA court for approval to wiretap the Trump campaign proves it. 

    Then, of course, the Russian collusion started.  This idea fit right into the Democrats disbelief that Trump could not have beaten Hillary in a fair election.  Enter special prosecutor Mueller and his merry band of Democrat vulture lawyers.  Two years and $30 million dollars later they had nothing and it fizzled like spit on a hot wood stove.  The Democrats had counted on the Russian collusion thing to give them the ax to get rid of Trump.  Meanwhile, with the economy booming along and unemployment at record lows, the Democrats were desperate to find something.  He might well get reelected and probably get to appoint another Supreme Court justice!!

    Along comes a phone call between the President and Ukraine.  Time was running out but they figured they could hang this one around his neck and even though they knew the Senate would never convict, they figured Trump might be damaged enough.

    Against her better judgment Speaker Pelosi let the majority Democrats vote and turned it over to Adam Schiff, the Chairman of the Intelligence committee.  (He reminds me of a pencil necked, bug eyed lemur.)  Frankly, I think this whole whistleblower thing was a fraud dreamed up by Schiff, the lawyer mentioned above who tweeted ten days after inauguration that “the coup has started” and some Democrat inside the White House.

    Schiff ran secretive and unfair hearing, allowing no witness for Trump or his lawyers.  Much of it was in secret.

Handing it off to Nadler’s Judiciary committee they started to draft the articles.  They poll tested several, later discarding “quid pro quo”, “bribery”, treason and “extortion” before settling on abuse of power by requesting foreign assistance in an election.  The second article was obstructing Congress by refusing to send documents and officials to testify.  These are the thinnest of charges and even debatable as to their validity.

    Pelosi put the vote to the House.  The Democrats all wore black and each speaker called it a somber or sad occasion.  What a clown show!  No Republican vote for it and a few Democrats voted against it. Sad my ass.  The left was overjoyed.

    Her next duty was to send it over to the Senate for trial for conviction or acquittal.  She refused to do it insisting that a fair trial wouldn’t happen unless they could bring their own witnesses.  Fair trial after what they had conducted in the House?  Audacious but laughable. They’re scared the source of the whole coup will be exposed.  And they think that simply laying the impeached thing on him is enough anyway.

    To use Trump’s favorite expression, “We’ll see what happens.”

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OK, Greta, You Win.

    Greta Thunberg, the Swedish 16 year old high school student fresh off her speech at the UN has been touring Canada preaching her message of climate alarmism to massive crowds of mostly teens.  Of course, these students have been indoctrinated in this climate fraud in school.  She has become the Pied Piper of climate change leading her children followers with her simple tune.

16-year-old Swedish Climate activist Greta Thunberg speaks at the 2019 United Nations Climate Action Summit at U.N. headquarters in New York City, New York, U.S., September 23, 2019. REUTERS/Carlo Allegri – HP1EF9N1AIFX9

    I tried to find out what solutions she proposes we adopt to achieve her goal of saving the human race and it boils down to 4 simple steps.

  • Fly less or not at all
  • Go vegan (Note: She did not suggest we kill all the cows.  Just stop eating them.)
  • Join at activist group.
  • Vote.

    If she and her fellow true believers blame CO2, I don’t see how her plan does much to stop climate change.  On the other hand I doubt either she or her followers in Canada have given a lot of serious thought to the realities of Canada.  First of all, Canada only produces 1.6% of the world’s CO2.  Secondly, Canada may already be carbon neutral.  Half of Canada is covered by forest or nearly 1 million square miles.  Surely, Greta and her teen admirers know that trees absorb carbon dioxide and emit oxygen.  Then again, maybe not.

    This reality has not stopped the NDP and Green Party of BC from dictating drastic policies to reduce CO2.  They want the following:

  • By 2030 all new cars will be electric.
  • By 2040 all internal combustion cars will be replaced by electric.
  • By 2030 all mass transit vehicles will be electric and also all new buildings will be zero emissions, they too will be electric.  No mention is made of farm equipment or long haul trucks or trains.  Also, no mention of where all this electricity is going to come from. No coal or gas electrical generation and god forbid no nuclear either.  That pretty much leaves wind, hydro and solar so that we can charge all those electric vehicles and heat and air condition the buildings.

    The media, the politicians and the schools have convinced the vast majority of the population that we need to get rid of CO2. 

    So I say let’s do!  Screw Alberta and Saskatchewan .  Shut down all oil and gas production and with that you don’t need pipelines anymore.  Too bad that the pipeline provides all the avgas for the Vancouver airport.  That means few planes carrying tourists will be flying into VGH.  Say goodbye to tourism and all those jobs.  Businesses would abandon BC like ducks heading south after a heavy freeze. With the inevitable tanking of the economy all those sanctimonious young folks clamoring for action on climate change would find it impossible to find a job. Not everyone can work for the government. Besides, the government would be short of funds with lack of business and payroll taxes, not to mention gas taxes. 

    I think the Greta acolytes might then agree that this virtue signaling to be too expensive.

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