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Thar she blows!

The dystopian outlook that seems to dominate science fiction these days, particularly the apocalyptic kind, foresees an eruption of the dormant but volatile Yellowstone volcano in Wyoming as civilization shattering, especially in North America.

So does the U.S. Geologic Survey: “If another large caldera-forming eruption were to occur at Yellowstone, its effects would be worldwide. Thick ash deposits would bury vast areas of the United States, and injection of huge volumes of volcanic gases into the atmosphere could drastically affect global climate.”

Comes contrarian meteorologist Joe Bastardi at WeatherBell to say that such an eruption would likely, counter-intuitively, be a ho-hummer in most places downwind.

“Remember Mt. St. Helens. There was very little notable disruption to the climate from that. Great sunsets yes and of course the utter devastation around it, but the volcanoes that are of prime concern are in the tropics, and in the Arctic. Volcanoes in the westerlies have their ash distributed quickly, and so I don’t think this would have any real affect on the climate, or put it this way, it would be in the category of Mt St Helen[s] which was minimal…”

Lots of apocalyptic scifi authors who, along with their readers, seem to delight in imagining human misery, are going to look awfully foolish if the thing does blow and Joe is right. And things just might get a little crazy if he isn’t. But I’ll place my bets with him.

UPDATE:  OTOH, as Bastardi’s colleague Joe D’Aleo notes, Jellystone has the potential to be 2,000 times the size of the Mt. St. Helens eruption.

Inspired by the latest Fort Hood massacre

You go climb every mountain.

Via Phase Line Birnam Wood

UPDATE:  The killer was a 34-year-old Spec 4. That’s a lot of years for such a low rank. He either joined late, never deserved promotion or got busted along the way.

And, no, I don’t think allowing non-police soldiers to carry loaded weapons on post is a good idea. Investing in a few metal-detector wands for every person and car that passes through the gates would be a better one.

“We don’t understand climate”

It’s so refreshing to find a scientist who is willing to speak the truth, in the face of his nattering peers. Particularly a physicist, the hardest of all the hard sciences, and, of course, it would be Freeman Dyson:

“Generally speaking, I’m much more of a conformist, but it happens I have strong views about climate because I think the majority is badly wrong, and you have to make sure if the majority is saying something that they’re not talking nonsense.”

Via Instapundit.

Why I root for Texas

Even though I spent my undergraduate years at the University of Maryland. Some sometimes ask, including one particularly obnoxious OCS classmate.

Not that I have spent a great amount of time thinking about this. But this post by Althouse reminded me and I liked her answer. To paraphrase her: I have lived in Austin for 36 years. In Austin the sports teams are the Longhorns. Period.

Besides, I only spent three years at Maryland and the last one was in 1967. And during them I was never very interested in sports of any kind. Attended a few football games, but none other. So the Terps hold no magic for me and they wouldn’t even if the Longhorns played them, which they don’t often.

Human rights at the Dictator’s Club

No such notice for the starving millions of North Korea, nor the dying in Syria or the oppressed of Iran and Saudi Arabia. Nope. But five (count ’em) five anti-Israel resolutions in one day.

“Paula Shcriefer, the US representative to the UN’s Human Rights Council, …noted that ‘none of the world’s worst human rights violators, some of whom are the objects of resolutions at this session have their own stand alone agenda item at this council,” and emphasized that “only Israel, a vibrant and open democracy, received such treatment.'”

It’s the democracy part that really gets to the Dictator’s Club. Also the Jooz.

Via Weasel Zippers

Mystery planes over Amarillo

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A not-so-subtle howdy-do to President Vladimir Vladimirovich?

Texas military aircraft watchers Steve Douglass and Dean Muskett caught three wedge-shaped mystery birds high over Amarillo’s Rick Husband International Airport earlier this month. They ruled out B-2s for lack of the W-shape of their trailing edges. But if they’re black projects why fly them in daylight? Douglass opines:

“A weapons system isn’t a threat to an enemy unless they know it exists. Ask yourself an important question – what’s going on in the world right now?

“Who (…of late) has decided to roll back the clock to the good old days of the Cold War and MAD?

Question: How do you make your adversary take a moment of pause and rethink his military doctrine based on Cold War technology?

Answer: You give him a glimpse, a hint that we haven’t just been sitting on our hands all these years after the fall of the Soviet Union.”

Adds Aviation Week’s Ares Blog: “It’s not merely logical to expect that numerous classified aircraft programs exist: it’s almost a necessity under the principle of Occam’s Razor, because if they don’t, you have to contrive some sort of explanation for what Area 51 has been up to all these years.”

Via FoxNews.

Bye, bye Tomahawks

Not the Tomahawk Chop Atlanta Braves fans do in the face of the usual PC, maginalized-American-Indian malarky.

No, I mean the cruise missiles former President Clinton liked to throw around now and then. The Worm has cut the Tomahawks program from his defense budget.

“The cost of the Tomhawk missile program is less than $200 million per year. In perspective, that cost is less than 1/3 the cost of the hopeless Obamacare website. It is less than the cost of two foreign vacations for Michelle Obama. It is less than half the amount of money that was flushed into Solyndra…This will not end well.”

Well, we can always throw around a nuke or two. Except, uh, those are being cut, too, while Moscow likely will refuse to do the same. Push that reset button again harder, okay? Harder.

Via Gay Patriot.