29 March 2008

Wyatt's Torch

While many people across the world cheered a return to a prehistoric age by turning off their lights for an hour on March 29th, Lynne and I made our own statement by turning on every light in the house.


If I read the meter correctly, we managed to consume 7 kW-hr in that hour.  At about 10 cents per kW-hr, it cost about 70 cents to make the statement, which was obviously well worth it.


(There are some good postings on Earth Hour by 3 Ring Binder, Kindredist, Rational Jenn, and Rule of Reason.)


I can only imagine the smug self-righteousness that the average Earth Hour enthusiast feels as he sits on a sofa in candlelight with his smug, self-righteous friends, sipping a glass of 1999 Dom Perignon that he cracked open for the occasion.  The really sincere ones probably remembered to turn off their Blackberries for an hour, too.  


Of course, this is the height of dishonesty.  If they really wanted to make an accurate statement of what they are advocating, they would not merely spend an hour in the dark in a comfortably heated home, but would strip naked and spend a year alone in Siberia.  Then the ones that survived can come back and tell us how wonderful and progressive the experience was. 


Footprints

John Tierney, who is generally far from the worst of the New York Times columnists and has in the past exposed environmentalists’ fraud, wrote a column a few days ago called, “Are We Ready to Track Carbon Footprints?” In the article, he concedes all ground to the “global warming” crowd and the advocates of a “carbon tax,” and takes as a starting point the fact that we need to “make sacrifices for the common good and perform acts of charity that we’d never do for any amount of pay.”  


It’s true that Tierney weakly makes the point that this sacrifice would be voluntary, not forced, but that makes it worse. It avoids confronting sacrifice as evil, and makes him seem practical in a folksy sort of way, not like a crackpot who is trying to abolish automobiles and toilet paper. While reading the article, you get the sense that Mr. Tierney has his arm around you - not about your throat, but around your shoulders, as he gently guides you around the room. Indeed, the purpose of his article seems to be to introduce the idea of “nudging” us foolish humans into doing the right thing, so that compulsion won’t become necessary. (LB has a post on this “nudging” fad here.)  

This got me thinking about the concept of “footprints.”  

We hear a lot about these so-called “carbon footprints,” if for no other reason than it is repeated ad nauseum by the usual media channels, and is digested quite readily and uncritically by the guilt-ridden masses. It’s probably being taught in some form in most kindergartens and elementary schools. Businessmen fall all over each other for the privilege of sliding the “carbon footprint” noose over their own necks. For instance, BP (British Petroleum) has a “carbon footprint” calculator on its web site. Appallingly, not only have many businessmen not outright rejected the notion of "carbon taxes," but have created a new "market" of "carbon offset" indulgences.  

The disgusting idea behind the “carbon footprint” is that human beings, by the very act of living – in particular, living in a civilized manner that requires the extraction of energy from nature – are necessarily trampling upon the pristine Good Earth. The concept is designed to characterize human living as treading, defacing, discommoding. To breathe is to impose. Mere exhalation warrants an apology. And to live above the level of a savage – to light a room with an electric bulb, to drive to work in a car, to fly in an airplane, to cool oneself with air conditioning, to keep one’s cup of coffee warm with an electric heater – is a supreme sin that must be expiated with suitable penance.  

I don’t wish to contribute to the spread of this foul idea by belaboring it, and I am reluctant to even adopt its vocabulary, but it occurred to me that there may actually be a “footprint” measurement that is meaningful. Of course, the idea of a “carbon footprint” is not merely nonsense but is actually evil. It subjugates the requirements of human beings to the alleged needs of an inanimate object, our planet.  

But might there not be a “footprint” that is worth considering? The earth does not care if it is treaded upon, but human beings do indeed care. Manipulating matter for our benefit is necessary for our survival and our pursuit of happiness. Shaping, squashing, pulling, pushing - in short, exploiting - nature is good. But shaping, squashing, pulling, pushing human beings is bad. So, if we are going to talk about footprints at all, perhaps we could talk about a destructive “footprint” that refers to ideas that trample upon human life. I don’t know what to call it - maybe a “malicious footprint” or an “death footprint.” But it would mean this: a measurement of eventual harm caused by an idea or the spread of an idea.  

Let me illustrate with a few examples.  

The environmentalists - the inventors of the “carbon footprint” - themselves have a “malicious footprint” that is off the charts as they struggle (with increasing success) to convince the world that it ought to return to the Stone Age. I doubt that Rachel Carson was particularly malicious personally, but it is dizzying to think of the millions of malaria-infected Africans that have been squashed by the “footprint” of Silent Spring.  

Or consider the “footprints” of the three presidential candidates today, who are each in their own way peddling socialism and sacrifice to a nodding public. Think of the “footprints” of the intellectuals in the universities. Of Kant. Hegel. Marx. To breathe carbon dioxide into the air harms no one; to breathe the Communist Manifesto in a Petrograd parlor contributed to about 100 million deaths in the 20th century.


Or think of the "footprint" of one Jewish carpenter and the men that left their own "footprints" in his wake, from Paul to Augustine to Torquemada.
 

Now, don’t misunderstand the purpose of my defining this “malicious footprint.” For starters, I introduced it simply to combat the terrible notion of a “carbon footprint” and I’m partially inclined to not even stoop to that level. But above all, it should not be construed as a call to silence anybody. Ideas are not crimes; only actions can be. In no way should force be used to stifle ideas, not even very bad ones.  

On a final and optimistic note, let me point out that this idea of a “footprint” applies in a positive direction as well, though in that case I would hesitate to call it a “footprint” at all because of the connotations I mentioned above. (A “caress” would be more to the point, though that has its own connotations. Perhaps a “beneficial footprint” captures the idea.) This would be a measurement of the sheer good caused by an individual’s ideas. I would be interested to see such a “footprint” calculator applied to Aristotle, Newton, Locke, Jefferson, Adams, and Rand.

25 March 2008

Opening Day

My beloved Red Sox started off the season on good footing with a ten-inning victory over the A’s in Japan. The Tokyo fans were treated to a good game; their national hero, Daisuke Matsuzaka didn’t fare too well in the first couple of innings (though he settled down), but the Sox reliever, Hideki Okajima, got the win.

On a more general note, I wonder how long this adoration of the Red Sox by people outside of the Boston area will continue. I expect that the “tall poppies” syndrome will begin to kick in, especially if they continue to dominate as they have. It has already happened to the New England Patriots, who went from lovable underdogs to (three Super Bowl victories later) hated champions in about half a decade. Champagne in 2002, die Schadenfreude in 2008.

This expansion of “Red Sox Nation” into all areas of the country - indeed, of the world - surely has to do with a tragic past that is unparalleled in any sport that I know of. (Naturally, when I speak of a tragic past I mean prior to October 2004, when the Red Sox quenched the eighty-six year drought by winning the World Series, an achievement they repeated last year.) If this pre-2004 story were told in a novel, it would strain credibility to present such a succession of improbable losses, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, as it were. The best comparison I can think of to the cruelty experienced by the Red Sox fan is that of Charlie Brown, who continues to try to kick the football, and really believes he will finally do it, no matter how many times Lucy van Pelt pulls it away at the last moment.

So what is it about the Red Sox? It’s more than simply losing; after all, the Cubs have gone even longer without a championship than the Red Sox had. But the Cubs almost always... well, stink. They are lovable losers. (My apologies to Cubs fans.) The Red Sox weren’t losers - they simply couldn’t win it all. They were almost always good, sometimes very good, fielding teams that got oh so close - but in the end, they would fall like Achilles. They worked so very hard, only to fail in the end, and often because of a fluke or a bad decision. There’s something so deeply rooted inside the Boston fan, I think it would be hard for someone who didn’t grow up with this to understand. All I would have to say is “Bill Buckner” or “Yaz pop up” or “Bucky F’ing Dent” or “Aaron Boone” and these small tags, these leitmotifs of the Grand Tragic Opera that is Red Sox history, will strike the soul of a Boston baseball fan like Thor’s hammer. I guarantee you that of the people now reading this post, you could easily distinguish the Bostonians by observing how that last sentence has caused them to grind their teeth and tug at their hair (hair that perhaps went a little gray in October 1986), while everyone else is apathetic or bewildered by the references. (“Bucky F’ing Dent? Oh, ‘f’ing,’ I get it.”) Let’s put it this way: if SOX makes you think of Sarbanes-Oxley legislation, you’re probably not from Boston.

Go Sox!

23 March 2008

LTE to WSJ

I sent the following LTE to the Wall Street Journal on March 18th.



Dear Editor:


The first line of the column just below the fold in Tuesday's issue states, "The past six days have shaken American capitalism."  (The Week that Shook Wall Street: Inside the Bailout of Bear Stearns, WSJ, March 18, 2008)


Capitalism?  Why should capitalism be shaken, unless it is for fear of the next wave of disease that will be administered as a cure?  This is the story of decades of government meddling and tinkering, pushing here and pulling there with an increasingly heavy hand; of the Fed "throwing its rule book out the window," as the article says, in haphazard, desperate, and contradictory fashion.  It is Washington that should be shaken by the failures of its intrusion, not capitalism, which is scarcely recognizable any more.



They didn’t publish it, of course, but I felt better after having sent it.