Quote of the Week

“Talking sense” to California is to assume something the majority of the people there don’t have: commone sense. (If any of you live there or have lived there, you know exactly what I’m talking about.)
“I can never fear that things will go far wrong where common sense has fair play.”
Thomas Jefferson

Dunno about California, but I’ve sure as hell given up on New Jersey. Despite having recently siphoned about $65 million as general-purpose revenues from the funds set aside under participation in the Regional Greenhouse Gas Initiative (RGGI), our professional “pay-to-play” parasites in Trenton refuse to withdraw from this predatory scheme of carbon-trading fraudulence.
So much for kicking a National Socialist ex-Goldman Sachs senior partner out of Drumthwacket to replace him with a Red Party supposed “fiscal conservative.”

CA will have to learn the hard way I fear.

The wonderful, wonderful, ongoing opportunities that false markets present!
Carbon trading has been an absolute boon to the profit takers, be they legal or illegal, and they cannot wait for the first piece of “rationing” legislation! It will be their nirvana. Never mind CRC!
When will we ever learn?

At 9:42 AM on 30 January, James Barker had written:

Not sure how to talk sense to a group that seems to strongly believe that there is a free lunch and wants everyone to share it.

…to which the only proper reply is the translation of a remark made by economist Frédéric Bastiat:

“Government is the great fiction through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.”

At 9:58 AM on 30 January, wsbriggs writing of:

Having lived almost a year in Marin County…

…necessarily evokes the lyrics of fannish filker Leslie Fish in her song “The Coven,” as follows:

The earth’s fire-breathing daughter,
Came up from Oakland town.
With her high priest and her coven,
Who had good jobs all around.
Now where to find a stretch of land,
And a good big house therein?
Enough to hold them every one,
Where else but Marin?
The day that they were moving in,
The welcome wagon came.
Twas a guru in a nightshirt,
And a wealthy local dame.
They murmured “Groovy, what’s your sign?”
“Not now,” the priestess said.
“Will you help me haul this freezer in?”
The couple turned and fled.
Next week the priest went shopping,
And he came back with a steer.
Alive and well and mooing,
The neighbors said “My dear!”
“Is this organic lawn control?”
“Hell no,” the priest did say.
“It’s our summer solstice sacrifice.”
The neighbors ran away.
The summer solstice ox rose,
With a blast you couldn’t beat.
The coven ate and drank and danced,
‘Til they passed out on their feet.
The neighbors peeping through the fence,
Yelled “Where do you think you are?”
“The nudity and grass are fine,”
“But the dancing goes too far!”
The neighbors got together,
They said “These freaks must go.
They must be smoking mary-jane,
We’ll tell the sheriff so!”
“We’ll hide our coke and call the law,
But first we’ll warn them fair.
Let’s burn a hot tub on their lawn,
Then chase them outta there.”
The earth’s fire-breathing daughter,
Sent a message to the town.
“If you don’t leave me and mine alone,
I’ll shake your playhouse down.”
The neighbors sneered “Oh, how uptight,
How superstitious too.”
Then they hollered for the law,
As lib’rals always do.
The sheriff of laid-back county,
And all his laid-back men,
Went rolling up the coven’s hill,
But they never came back again.
For the hill did shake and the earth did quake,
And a mudslide thundered down.
A police car model stereo set,
Was all that anyone found.
There is a house in north Marin,
The locals all ignore.
For since the earthquake hit,
It has no neighbors any more.
But late at night when the moon is bright,
There’s a fire on the hill,
And the sound of pipes and laughter,
Where the coven dances still.

Ref: oxymoron. an oxymoron is a figure of speech that contains apparently contradictory terms in conjunction, eg, “left-wing intellectual” or ,”socialist democracy”. “Further fraud”, doesn’t seem to meet the criteria, as “further”, is complementary to,” fraud”, and is not contradicting the meaning of,”fraud”.

The question I have, and maybe you all can help to answer it, is how much money did the CCX bilk out of “investors” before they shut the doors? The same question could be asked about the EU Carbon fraudsters. How much was the haul?

More proof (if we needed it) that P.T.Barnum Lives!
How could there be problem with Carbon Trading when it will Save the Planet?
Unthinkable! (which describes the folks who came up with it)
(/sarc if anyone needed it)