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Thursday, November 12, 2020

HUMANISTS IN CONVERSATION

 


Library of Congress Hangman's Illustration

 “Hang him!”

 “You can’t do that!  It’s inhumane!  It violates my rights!”

 “Inhumane?  Your rights?  I rule here!  You agitate against my rule.  What’s inhumane about eliminating those who would oppose me?”

 “How can you expect humankind to perfect itself if individuals can simply make up any law they desire and exterminate anyone in opposition?  Of course I speak against your rule.  That’s my right and duty as a citizen.”

 “Citizen of what?  The nations were destroyed twenty years ago; now, I rule; at least here, in this valley.”

 “The Declaration of Independence is a humanist document holding true regardless of who rules.  It declares a natural right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

 “Declaration?  The Declaration labeled those rights as God given.”

 “That was then.  Humanity has grown beyond the need for God.” 

  “So, you believe in no God?”

 “I am a humanist; I believe humanity itself is capable of morality and self-fulfillment without belief in God.  I reject the superstition of religious dogma. Mankind will eventually perfect itself.  It is every individual’s duty and right to pursue that perfection until death calls.”

 “And then?”

 “Nothing.  Our molecules simply disperse to be recycled according to the laws of the universe.”

 “So who decides what is right and what is wrong?”

 “There is no ‘who.’ Each of us is individually responsible for improving the race.  To humanists, ‘The quest for the good life is still the central task for mankind.’”

 “I too seek the good life.”

 “Hang him!”

 

 NOTE:  THE QUOTE, "The quest for the good life is still the central task for mankind." IS FROM THE HUMANIST MANIFESTO https://americanhumanist.org/what-is-humanism/manifesto1

 

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Till The End Of Time

The Universe As Seen By The Hubble Deep Field Telescope

 

“You exist?”

 “In the flesh, so to speak.”  A chuckle. 

 “But, but…”

 “You were the greatest physicist born of humankind and you’re surprised?”

 “Now what?”

 “Asking that question, answers the question; I gave you free will, all the physical, mental, and spiritual tools you needed, My Word, I sent to you Messiah, and, still, you reject me?”

 “Free will means I can change my mind, right?”

 “Indeed.  Repent now, without condition.”

 “Unconditionally?  Why? Where?”

 “A new heaven, and a new earth; created for those choosing, without preconditions, to live, joyfully, in my presence, forever.”

 “The alternative?”

 “Remain on Old Earth in the company of your peers.”

 “For eternity?”

 “As you understand ‘eternity.’”

 “No word games.  Be clear.”

 “Your understanding of time is irrelevant outside this small thing you call ‘the universe;’ a stumbling block you refused to contemplate in life; no Creator, no Creation!   

 Sarcasm.  “So, you’re  telling me, ‘The End’ is near?”

 God chuckled.  “Good one!  To me, an instant; to you, tens of billions of years.”

 “Then I’ll” stay.  Reason will serve me.”

 “Done.”

 Stumbling along behind a platoon of sweating, farting, cursing soldiers, pike in hand, the physicist muttered, “Where in hell am I?”

 The sting of a lash, “Keep up, dammit. We’re late for today’s battles!”

 “I need time to think!  I’m a physicist, not a soldier!”

 Crack! 

 “Shut up soldier!  We don’t have forever you know!”

 “But…”

 Whispered voices. 

 “I was a Pope.”

 “I, a rationalist.”

 “Now we just pray, to God, for eternity’s end.’”

 

 

 

 

Monday, June 29, 2020

An Article On Reducing Carbon Emissions By Billions Of Pounds

A More Nimble Forest Products Industry Could be the Key to the Future

 Wood Mizer

By Jack Petree
Much of what is written today, especially in the popular and/or activist-driven press, about post-fire and other salvage harvests, is based on antiquated thinking about American forests. Most arguments against salvage harvests were posited in the days before climate change, other (often imported) threats to the forest, and equipment better suited to selective treatments of threatened forests was widely acknowledged, intensively studied, and available. Anti-harvest activists haven’t updated their ideas in a generation — a generation of massive change when it comes to the challenges our 21st century forests face.
In North America today tens of millions of acres of formerly vigorous, resilient forests contain hundreds of millions of dead trees that threaten our forests’ ability to provide the carbon-gobbling and sequestration capacity photosynthesis provides in a healthy forest. Every day those tens of millions of trees are giving up to the atmosphere, in the form of greenhouse gas emissions, the carbon they’ve stored away over a lifetime. The precise number varies with species but, in general, a board foot of lumber sequesters (traps) somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 – 5 pounds carbon equivalent in its cells. If a million dead trees, each averaging only 500 board feet of lumber were to be milled rather than allowed to deteriorate and release their carbon, two billion pounds of carbon equivalency in emissions would be avoided.

Today’s Challenges
In general, conditions challenging today’s American forests are much different than those faced by forests even two decades ago. An important article, “Temperate forest health in an era of emerging megadisturbance,” (Science Magazine - 2015), by two of America’s foremost forest ecologists points out: “Although disturbances such as fire and native insects can contribute to natural dynamics of forest health, exceptional droughts, directly and in combination with other disturbance factors, are pushing some temperate forests beyond thresholds of sustainability. Interactions from increasing temperatures, drought, native insects, and pathogens, and uncharacteristically severe wildfire are resulting in forest mortality beyond the levels of 20th-century experience. Additional anthropogenic stressors, such as atmospheric pollution and invasive species, further weaken trees in some regions. Although continuing climate change will likely drive many areas of temperate forest toward large-scale transformations, management actions can help ease transitions and minimize losses of socially valued ecosystem services.”
Another study, Evidence for declining forest resilience to wildfires under climate change (Ecology Letters 9(2018) 21: 243–252), documents the loss and/or transition some forests experience after a major disturbance. Among other conclusions, the authors report that compared to the last century, “Results highlight significant decreases in tree regeneration in the 21st century,” and “Major climate-induced reduction in forest density and extent has important consequences for a myriad of ecosystem services now and in the future.”

Future Carbon Source
Some, many, or even most, of the forests some imagine as having “eternal” or “timeless” natures are unlikely to survive into the future with a form recognizable to what they exhibit today. Likely forms after a megadisturbance run the gamut from transitional forests with reduced ability to provide the ecological services we expect from a forest today to wholesale conversion to shrub or grass land; the carbon sink taken for granted today may, without help, become the atmospheric carbon source of the future.
The tens of millions of dead, dying, and overcrowded trees in our public and private forests represent an opportunity not to be wasted. Of course, abundant habitat for flora and fauna dependent on traditional post-fire landscapes needs to be preserved, but nothing has prepared our forests for overwhelming amounts of salvageable timber; timber that, harvested, not only provides the lumber and other products we need but, sawmilled, offsets the need to harvest healthy trees in forests not yet threatened by megadisturbance.

Future Forest
Today’s forest products industry is already serving the future forest. Thinning to both reduce the odds of catastrophic fire and to provide more water for healthy trees represents a sort of pre-salvage harvest, providing lumber and saving healthy trees from harvest. Lidar allows us to identify trees threatening forest health and remove them specifically, while modern, portable, thin-kerf sawmills allow salvage to take place at a targeted level, with harvest and milling mostly accomplished by local small business owners. Biochar made from slash sequesters carbon, provides nutrients for farms and forest, and on, and on . . .
Much remains to be learned about how climate change will ultimately change our forests, but change they will, as will the forest products industry. Exciting times? We’re living them now!

Jack Petree is a public policy consultant and owner of Tradeworld Communications.

Friday, April 17, 2020

The Stick Up


The Stick Up

Westerns on television - Wikipedia

The thief stepped out of the shadows.  “Throw me your billfold and you won’t get hurt!”

“No.”

“I said ‘Throw me your billfold or else.’”

“Or else, what?”

“You know we’re supposed to maintain six feet of social distancing; throw me your billfold.”

“Come and get it.”

A pause.

“Oh, forget it.”

Later

“Can you describe the assailant, Mr. Petree.  Any distinguishing features?”

“He was wearing a white mask.”

“Anything else, Mr. Petree?”

“He was wearing rubber gloves.”

“Thank you Mr. Petree.  We’ll get right on it.”

Thursday, March 5, 2020

"Cold" War


The almost always taciturn Chairman smiled.  “Genius,” the great one gloated.  “Do what is necessary.”




The first of the Air China flights departed for carefully chosen target cities within hours; pilots and crew chosen because they’d shown westernized characteristics, having been contaminated over time by the superficial ideals embraced by the elite of the cities the planes regularly serviced.  Passengers were similarly contaminated businessmen and women with a scattering of undesirable dissidents mixed throughout. 

Wuhan was the chosen city of origin.  Dubbed “China’s Chicago,” the transportation hub assured the disease would spread rapidly, domestically and internationally.

Eight weeks later the Chairman again sat in the War Room.

“Report!”

“Comrade Chairman.  I am extraordinarily honored to report the experiment was a total success in nearly every respect.  We have clearly won the first battle in our new war against the decadent West.”

“More!”  It was the first time anyone had heard the Comrade actually chuckle.

“The infection process was incredibly successful.  An invisible, odor free agent carrying the virus was easily disbursed throughout train and bus stations and in our airport.  An adequate incubation period for the disease assured distribution around the world well before the disease began to show in our own population.  We’ve seen the world’s economic system suffering  devastating dislocation and panicked populations are still demanding wholesale changes in their own governments.”

“All that and not a single soldier lost,” the Chairman mused.  “How soft the West is.  The new virus is ready?”

“Yes, Comrade.”

“Launch phase two!”


















Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Red Tape And Blizzards - To Build A Fire 2020



“Fantastic!” 

The man’s first day in the mountains of Whatcom County was already memorable.  Cold despite the best gear available, he looked forward to camp at Glacier Creek; the hot fire, a warm tent, hot food, and whiskey would be welcome.

“Snap!” A strut folded.  The snowmobile tumbled over the edge of a 200’ downslope, the man hanging on for dear life only to be flung away; the machine continuing on, finally smashing against the root-ball of a fallen forest giant.

Consciousness!  Cold!  So Cold!  Dark!  Struggling to stand! Falling hard; the fiery pain of a broken leg.    

Conscious again.  Had it been all night? 

The man slid down to the snowmobile.  The buzz of distant engines! Wishing he’d stuck to the well-marked trails he’d been told to follow!  No one would look for him here!   Just one chance!

The leaking gasoline ignited instantly, fierce heat immolating the root-ball.  Flame and smoke shot into the air.  “They’ll see that!” the man exalted.

Finally!  A chopper!  A rescuer winched down. 

“Hey buddy, you’re in big trouble.”

“Tell me about it!”

“Whatever.  Sign here.”

“What’s this?”

“Citations, summons, stuff like that; Forest Service, Northwest Air Pollution NOAA, EPA, Ecology, bunch of others; burning without a permit, potentially endangering wildlife, air pollution, ground contamination, other things.  Come on, sign, I gotta get out of here, storm’s coming!.”

“What about me?”

“Maybe the next chopper.  Bunch of environmental groups are flying in to serve you with papers for a lawsuit.  Maybe they’ll have room.”   
 

Saturday, January 25, 2020

My Laughable Career... So It's Come To This?




“You’re a writer?”

“Right, a writer.”

“I need a speech; writer.”

“Righteous!”

“Need some jokes.”

“Funny!  Jokes are my specialty!”

“I want originals.”

“First thing came to mind.”

“I’ll need a sample?”

“Does it look like we’re in Costco here?”

“Ok, ok.  If I use a joke I’ll pay.”

“Alright, then.  Tell me, how do you know when you’re getting old?”

“You tell me!”

“Depends!” 

“What?  Oh, right, I get it now.”

“More?”

“Yup.”

“What’s the worst thing about getting old?”

“I give up.”

“You just feel so youthless.”

“Huh.”

“Youthless!  Think man it!”

“Oh, yeah.  That’s actually pretty funny when you think about it.”

“That’s the point!”

“Got more?”

“My grandson likes to journal but he was having some trouble with that.”

“Really!  What kind of trouble?”

“It’s really windy out where the kids live so whenever he’d sit down on the porch to journal the wind would blow and the pages would fly about.  Tough to write then; right?”

“Right.  So what’d he do?”

“Asked his grandpa how to fix the problem of course.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“Simple.  An easy fix.  Told him to change the paper he was using.”

“Don’t tell me, you told him to use fly paper.”

“Nope.  He wanted to journal, not catch flies!”

“So what’d you suggest?”

“Sure you haven’t figured it out?”

“Yup.”

Stationary, of course.”

“Are you really trying to tell me you expect pay for a joke like that?”

“Absolutely yes!”

“Give me a break!”

“Now who’s being funny?”

Saturday, January 4, 2020

The Jogger

A bit of doggerel I wrote some 40 years ago and just ran across.


The Jogger:

I started to jog, my body I flogged; 'til at last I can run with some ease.

But I find there's still pain; the principal bane?

The bugs I inhale as I weeze!


Now, a nit or a gnat, can be swallowed or spat;

With them you can do as you please.

But one bug I still fear, Lord help me to steer, 

Away from those large bumblebees!


Please?