NO, we shall NOT remember them: What the vast majority of us will do today is buy a poppy when the tin is shaken under our nose, perhaps briefly think of a long-dead relative we never really knew because we were too young when he was around, switch channels rapidly when we find our usual Sunday morning programmes filled with scenes from the Cenotaph and then get off down the pub to watch the Arsenal play Man United on the 'telly'. Not, mind you, that I think this is wrong; it is, so to speak, 'in the way of things'. To go too far in the opposite direction and to have state encouragement for a sort of hysterical, orchestrated, national 'wail-in' would be positively North Korean!
"Blow, wind and crack your cheeks": Thus, shouted that mad, stupid but brave, old man, Lear, as he waved his puny fists at a pitiless cosmos. I doubt many of the pitiable people in south east Asia had time for that as they struggled to survive the hurricane/tornado that 'blasted their particular heath'. Still, as the political saying goes, it's an ill-emergency that doesn't blow someone something good and the Warm Greenie Slimes are already at it, according M' Lord 'Bishop' Hill:
Jamie Henn of 350.org calls the storm a wake-up call for the upcoming UN climate summit. Simon Redfern in the Mirror says we should expect more
such storms in future.
'Bishop' Hill quickly deposits that in the dustbin for recycled lies:
Meanwhile, we learn of this 2004 paleoclimate reconstruction of hurricane
landfalls in South-eastern China. The conclusions seem to contradict the
wild claims of the drama greens more than somewhat:
"Remarkably, the two periods of most frequent typhoon strikes in Guangdong (AD 1660–1680, 1850–1880) coincide with two of the coldest and driest periods in northern and central China during the Little Ice Age."
More rumbles later . . .
