Isn't it interesting how liberals and conservatives take opposite sides on almost all issues? Global warming, abortion, school vouchers, taxes, Iraq. And now the question of polar bears and their future. It seems like intelligent people would agree on some of the issues, but that rarely is the case.
I've got to go with Mother Nature on this one. She's doing alright with the buffalo, California Condors (we use to call them vultures), and spotted owls. I have a strong feeling that polar bears will survive regardless of man's efforts. Of course nature did forsake the dinosaurs many years ago. Think man could have prevented that?
An editorial in The Wall Street Journal on January 3, 2007 states that the world wide population of polar bears was estimated to be between 5,000 and 10,000 in the 1950s and 60s. Now, due to conservation efforts, it is estimated that there are 20,000 to 25,000 polar bears world wide. A 2002 U.S. Geological Survey indicates that since 1992 the Canadian polar bear population has increased by 25% from 12,000 to 15,000. But now, all of the sudden due to global warming, the polar bears are a threatened species.
There are those who would like to limit the number of dairy cows in the San Joaquin Valley because they believe that the amount of gas passed by said cows contributes to global warming. Looking at the chart that accompanied the article in the WSJ, it's interesting to note that the increase in polar bear population seems to correlate directly with the increase in global warming. Who really knows how much one of those bears farts on a daily basis? Open season on polar bears may be our only answer to save the earth!
An Observation
"You'll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, elicits great wisdom. Not the least of which is how much more enjoyable it is to win. It is inevitable to lose now and then. The trick is not to make a habit of it."
Intentions
It has long been my desire to record for posterity various thoughts, ideas and opinions I have developed through the years. I've struggled with the format upon which this can be accomplished, and have landed here. While this is a public forum, the sheer number of blogs herein renders anonymity. Conversely, access to those curious few is easily provided.
I question the life of this venue. Will these posts be available in 50 or 100 years for my great and great, great grandchildren to view? Or will these blogs go the way of eight track tapes? If not, will they be summarily deleted in 10 years due to inactivity? If they are, thwarted will be my efforts. For I think that after my inevitable death, the discovery of these posts by future generations of my line will be of certain value. Only to them of course, but certainly to them.
I've heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. My intentions as stated are, I believe, worthwhile. But I'll be revealing some secrets herein. Secrets that, if discovered by a few, may cause consternation. I do not intend this and will be discrete in an effort to prevent it. If I fail, I apologize.
So, why make these revelations? I am the great great grandson of James Torpy, an Irish Catholic emigrant from the town of Fethard, County Tipperary. James brought over his wife Bridget Finn and two sons, James H. and William in or around 1852. Although we know a little, there is so much more we do not know. Why did they come? Where did they arrive? In time, James H. and William changed their name to Turpie and became Protestant. How come? We can surmise much, but what we do not know fills volumes. I intend, with these posts, to pass along as much as I know about past generations, and to reveal myself and my life in great detail to those who come after me. I know I'll enjoy the effort. I hope some measure of value is garnered by the objects of my intentions.
I question the life of this venue. Will these posts be available in 50 or 100 years for my great and great, great grandchildren to view? Or will these blogs go the way of eight track tapes? If not, will they be summarily deleted in 10 years due to inactivity? If they are, thwarted will be my efforts. For I think that after my inevitable death, the discovery of these posts by future generations of my line will be of certain value. Only to them of course, but certainly to them.
I've heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. My intentions as stated are, I believe, worthwhile. But I'll be revealing some secrets herein. Secrets that, if discovered by a few, may cause consternation. I do not intend this and will be discrete in an effort to prevent it. If I fail, I apologize.
So, why make these revelations? I am the great great grandson of James Torpy, an Irish Catholic emigrant from the town of Fethard, County Tipperary. James brought over his wife Bridget Finn and two sons, James H. and William in or around 1852. Although we know a little, there is so much more we do not know. Why did they come? Where did they arrive? In time, James H. and William changed their name to Turpie and became Protestant. How come? We can surmise much, but what we do not know fills volumes. I intend, with these posts, to pass along as much as I know about past generations, and to reveal myself and my life in great detail to those who come after me. I know I'll enjoy the effort. I hope some measure of value is garnered by the objects of my intentions.
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