Another stupid piece of antiscientific legislation: sea-level rise

June 1, 2012 • 6:28 am

What’s worse than legislating the size of a soda cup? Legislating the scientific facts, of course.  In 1897, the Indiana state legislature tried to pass a bill restricting the value of pi to one of three numbers, none of them the real value of pi.

That bill didn’t pass, but one equally stupid is under consideration by the state legislature of North Carolina.  It mandates the way that scientists are to calculate the rate of sea-level rise due to global warming. Replacement House Bill 819 requires that there be only one way to calculate sea-level increase: by linear extrapolation of the increase since 1900.  Here’s the relevant portion of the bill:

The problem is that sea level isn’t supposed to rise linearly with time. As Scott Huler’s Plugged In site at Scientific American notes (link above):

It goes on, but there’s the core: North Carolina legislators have decided that the way to make exponential increases in sea level rise – caused by those inconvenient feedback loops we keep hearing about from scientists – go away is to make it against the law to extrapolate exponential; we can only extrapolate along a line predicted by previous sea level rises.

Which, yes, is exactly like saying, do not predict tomorrow’s weather based on radar images of a hurricane swirling offshore, moving west towards us with 60-mph winds and ten inches of rain. Predict the weather based on the last two weeks of fair weather with gentle breezes towards the east. Don’t use radar and barometers; use the Farmer’s Almanac and what grandpa remembers.

So what does the linear extrapolation yield? A rise of less than 16 inches by the end of this century. That’s far less than what the real data tell us, which suggest a more-than-linear increase: to about one meter.

But while the rising sea may engender emotion, it exists in a world of fact, of measurable evidence and predictable results, where scientists using their best methods have agreed on a reasonable – and conservative – estimate of a meter or more of rising seas in the coming century. In 2007 the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change gave a hesitant estimate of up to 59 centimeters of rise —but even two years later that estimate already appeared low and scientists began to expect a rise of a meter or more.

No matter in North Carolina. We’ve got resorts to build and we don’t care what the rest of the ocean does – our sea isn’t going to rise by more than 15.6 inches. Because otherwise it’s against the law.

An article in the Charlotte [North Carolina] Observer suggests that economic forces are behind this change:

The calculation [of a 1-meter rise], prepared for the N.C. Coastal Resources Commission, was intended to help the state plan for rising water that could threaten 2,000 square miles. Critics say it could thwart economic development on just as large a scale.

A coastal economic development group called NC-20 attacked the report, insisting the scientific research it cited is flawed. The science panel last month confirmed its findings, recommending that they be reassessed every five years.

But NC-20, named for the 20 coastal counties, appears to be winning its campaign to undermine them.

The Coastal Resources Commission agreed to delete references to planning benchmarks – such as the 1-meter prediction – and new development standards for areas likely to be inundated.

The N.C. Division of Emergency Management, which is using a $5 million federal grant to analyze the impact of rising water, lowered its worst-case scenario from 1 meter to 15 inches by 2100.

Don’t like the science? Ignore it.  But, as the old saying goes, “You can’t fool Mother Nature.” Nor can you legislate her away.

A lip-synched marriage proposal

June 1, 2012 • 4:04 am

I offer this to start your weekend on a high–and humorous–note. This has to rank with the “dancing wedding video” as one of the most heartwarming (and viral) videos ever.  (In fact, they have their similarities).

From the YouTube description:

On Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012, I told my girlfriend to meet me at my parent’s house for dinner. When she arrived I had stationed my brother to sit her in the back of an open Honda CRV and give her some headphones. He “wanted to play her a song”…

What she got instead was the world’s first Live Lip-Dub Proposal.

And what Matthew Cobb wrote when he sent it to me this morning:

You’d have to have a hard heart not to be toucherd by this. It’s already gone viral: >11 million views in less than a week. I don’t give a toss about marriage, but the woman’s increasingly disbelieving reaction is moving. And unlike many such things, it doesn’t appear to be an advert for anything. . .

I’m especially fond of the dancing Jews.  Enjoy.

Big Brother will soon regulate the size of sodas

May 31, 2012 • 11:50 am

Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy. –H. L. Mencken

The Food Fascists are about to strike again, and, of course, it’s in New York City.  As reported by the New York Times:

New York City plans to enact a far-reaching ban on the sale of large sodas and other sugary drinks at restaurants, movie theaters and street carts, in the most ambitious effort yet by the Bloomberg administration to combat rising obesity.

The proposed ban would affect virtually the entire menu of popular sugary drinks found in delis, fast-food franchises and even sports arenas, from energy drinks to pre-sweetened iced teas. The sale of any cup or bottle of sweetened drink larger than 16 fluid ounces — about the size of a medium coffee, and smaller than a common soda bottle — would be prohibited under the first-in-the-nation plan, which could take effect as soon as next March.

The measure would not apply to diet sodas, fruit juices, dairy-based drinks like milkshakes, or alcoholic beverages; it would not extend to beverages sold in grocery or convenience stores.

Well, if they’re gonna do that, why not ban the sale of cigarettes in New York City?  That would do far more for health than the sale of Big Gulps.  Surely some people would quit smoking rather than travel to New Jersey for their ciggies.  Others will respond that this would just create a black market for cigarettes.  Well, if that’s true, why not ban bacon?  After all, there’s unlikely to be a black market in bacon.

Yes, obesity is a national problem, but if you really want to solve it, you can ban lots of things, so where does it end? In my view, people have the right to eat as much rich food as they want, and parents should educate their kids about the dangers of overeating. Otherwise we wind up with a Nanny State in which the government determines what you can eat or drink.  Or, if you’re just worried about the kids, card them if they want a soda larger than 16 ounces. No adult should be restricted from having a Big Gulp.

I favor a smoking ban in public places simply because it endangers non-smokers, but I don’t favor banning smoking in parks or on the street. (Yes, yes, I can hear everyone saying that fat people burden all of us with health care costs, but not everyone who drinks diet sodas is fat, nor is everyone who drinks alcohol an alcoholic.)  In Davis, California, I was once admonished by a policeman for smoking a fine Cuban cigar on a park bench.  He said I could smoke it outdoors, but I had to keep moving.  What kind of stupidity is that?

Let a thousand giant sodas be guzzled!

Attack of the killer falcons!

May 31, 2012 • 9:06 am

Banding peregrine falcons is dangerous work. Reader Michael called my attention to this amazing video showing the banding (or attempted banding) of young peregrine falcon chicks at the University of Toledo.  From the YouTube description:

We filmed and photographed the 2012 Peregrine falcon banding on top of the clock tower at The University of Toledo. People from The Ohio Department of Natural Resource’s Division of Wildlife visit every year to temporarily remove the falcon chicks from the nesting box, take blood samples and attach permanent numbered bands to their legs for tracking and future identification.

You’ll see why the job is so perilous: an attacking falcon has seriously large talons:

The parents (I think there are two here) are fiercely protective of their offspring (a prediction of kin selection, of course!), and the handlers need to wear hard hats and brandish “falcon shields”.  Here are some pictures from their Facebook site:

This picture was taken from a helmet cam, showing the parent about to strike. Look at those extended talons!

Do these things really qualify as “chicks”? They’re scary!

Video: young child sings “Ain’t no homos gonna make it to Heaven”

May 31, 2012 • 4:55 am

You want religious brainwashing? Watch this video from Puffho, showing a boy of about five singing a vicious, anti-gay song.  Yes, he’s been coached, and may not even know what he’s singing, but some day he will. Note the loud applause he gets at the “homos” line.

This could have been filmed only in America: in other places the instruction is more insidious.

I weep for this child; had he been born into another family, he might have had a chance.

The congregation in the church, which has been identified as the Apostolic Truth Tabernacle Church in Greensburg, Ind., gives a standing ovation after the child sings, “I know the Bible’s right, somebody’s wrong…ain’t no homos gonna make it to heaven.”

PuffHo continues:

A number of high profile lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) bloggers and allies have re-posted the video, including Towleroad and Joe. My. God. All have noted that the child was undoubtedly coached by adults for his performance.

“Interview with a Vampire” author Anne Rice also posted the video to her Facebook page, noting, “In this country, Christians can teach toddlers to hate and to persecute, and we, through the automatic tax exemption for churches, foot the bill.”

This all reminds me of the song from the Broadway musical South Pacific, “You’ve Got to be Carefully Taught” (original cast version here). The 1949 song, which is a no-brainer, was quite controversial at the time (legislators in Georgia tried to ban it because it sanctioned interracial marriage), but composers Rogers and Hammerstein stuck to their guns.

You’ve got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You’ve got to be taught
From year to year,
It’s got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You’ve got to be carefully taught.

You’ve got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff’rent shade,
You’ve got to be carefully taught.

You’ve got to be taught before it’s too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You’ve got to be carefully taught!

Religion poisons everything.

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Bonus: Reader jaccobvanberingk posted this in the comments below, but I’ll put it here, too. It’s Kansas pastor Curtis Knapp, from the New Hope Baptist church, calling for the death of gays.  Good things guys like this aren’t in charge of the government, or we’d be killing gays like the Iranians do:

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Kitteh contest: Moxie

May 31, 2012 • 4:31 am

Reader Rick sends in his “Halloween cat,” Moxie:

Moxie is our Halloween cat. A few years ago, we were on the front porch sorting candy and enjoying the evening after Trick-or-Treat was over, and this scrawny cat came up and announced that we were her new servants. She was clearly a malnourished stray so we took her in so that she could fatten herself up. She quickly impressed us with her lack of fear, so we named her Moxie.

She’s not afraid of the vacuum cleaner or the doorbell or strangers or crying babies or anything else that we’ve tried. We figure it is that lack of fear that saved her life.

She’s a very talkative cat, but has a very soft voice. If we look at her and say her name, she’ll open her mouth as if to meow, but not much more than a faint reminder of a meow comes out. We figure she’s part dog: she comes when called (with enthusiasm), and growls at anyone who knocks or rings the doorbell. She also growls when my son is practicing saxophone.

In the attached picture, Moxie is looking on our 22 person Thanksgiving crowd. She seemed more irritated with their presence than afraid–they were in her domain, sitting in her favorite spots. She is sociable, but not affectionate–she likes to be near us and guests, and will deign to being petted, but enjoys it against her will.

(JAC: In American slang, “moxie” means determination or nerve (it’s similar to the Yiddish chutzpah). It’s also the name of a chocolate-flavored carbonated soft drink of which I’m quite fond.)

Another snake handler goes home to Jesus

May 30, 2012 • 10:04 am

This lunacy is still going on in America! According to yesterday’s Washington Post, yet another snake-handler has bit the dust—or rather gone back to dust via a bite:

Mack Wolford, a flamboyant Pentecostal pastor from West Virginia whose serpent-handling talents were profiled last November in The Washington Post Magazine, hoped the outdoor service he had planned for Sunday at an isolated state park would be a “homecoming like the old days,” full of folks speaking in tongues, handling snakes and having a “great time.” But it was not the sort of homecoming he foresaw.

Instead, Wolford, who turned 44 the previous day, was bitten by a rattlesnake he owned for years. He died late Sunday.

Here’s a photo from the accompanying slideshow of snake handlers and Pentecostal worship:

Pastor Randy “Mack” Wolford handles a rattlesnake during a service at the Church of the Lord Jesus in Jolo, W.Va. Each Labor Day weekend, the church has hosted a well-documented “homecoming” for snake handlers who believe that the Bible mandates that true Christians “take up serpents and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick and they will recover.” Wolford says: “Anybody can do it that believes it.”

This behavior is clearly not genetic, for if it were it would have been selected out of the population by now.

The Post reports:

“I am looking for a great time this Sunday,” he wrote May 22. “It is going to be a homecoming like the old days. Good ’ole raised in the holler or mountain ridge running, Holy Ghost-filled speaking-in-tongues sign believers.”

“Praise the Lord and pass the rattlesnakes, brother” he wrote on May 23. He also invited his extended family, who had largely given up the practice of serpent handling, to come to the park.

. . .“He laid it on the ground,” she said, “and he sat down next to the snake, and it bit him on the thigh.”

The story ends dryly:

“I promised the Lord I’d do everything in my power to keep the faith going,” he said in October. “I spend a lot of time going a lot of places that handle serpents to keep them motivated. I’m trying to get anybody I can get involved.”

His funeral will be held Saturday at his church, House of the Lord Jesus, in Matoaka, just north of Bluefield.

Religion poisons everything.

h/t: Eli

Catheist tee-shirt

May 30, 2012 • 6:15 am

Sorry—I posted this comment out of order this morning; these things happen. Please repost any comments you made then, if you wish (there were only three).

A kindly and humorous reader made several tee-shirts like this for his family, and sent me one as well. I’m quite grateful for the gift, though it causes me a bit of cognitive dissonance: while mimicking the atheist billboards, it also disses my alter ego Ceiling Cat.