The metaphors are endless in the contrived state of emergency plaguing California and its helpless residents to the unbridled epidemic of bureaucracy that has compromised individual rights, and now does its worst to regulate the allocation of water resources with an iron clad grip rivaling the dispensing of happiness and liberty during the Communist purge of Eastern Europe. As long as the rag of the Amazon empire and the pet of Jeff Bezos continues to vacillate with innumerable adjectives and phrases to support the contrived plight of drought on the same wavelength of the magnitude in Aleutian Islanders aptly describe the nuance of individuals rain drops, the Washington Post does its best to ironically create a sea of detriment and the antithesis to the Green movement, as food sources and the abundance of electrical energy continue to dwindle.
In the latest transgression of propaganda, spreading like debilitating wildfires through the social networks, chatrooms and email lists, the felonious concept that hydro-dioxide levels face an alarming dearth in possibly leading to the elite of Hollywood enduring brown lawns in late Summer, rather than lush turf veritable representing the lucrative nature of the changing entertainment industry, a new culprit has been conjured in serving the powerful agenda of the New Green Deal. Conjured from the grit, dust and sand of the Mojave Desert and in a resounding paradigm shift to the tenets of basic scientific accountability, the Washington Post, the aforementioned borderline journalistic quality syndicate forwarding the politics of the behemoth of a retail operation dwarfing the icy Jovian moon system orbital expanses, reliably and effectively fired the latest salvo of ideological attack cruise missiles across the bow of the American public. With the simple mention of drought and the miraculous discovery of a munificent aquifer under the wastelands of the union’s most populated state, a insufferable hysteria has reinvigorated the climate alarmists.
It’s just that simple.
In the age of instant electronic gratification powered by devices and the absence of feasible attention spans and critical thinking skills, editors at the newspaper are adept in facilitating the indoctrination process and deliberately skewing fact for the sake of activism. They don’t openly teach the “ping ball and mousetrap” method at any credible schools of journalism, but sending a believable, yet controversial questionable idea or concept down the electronic rabbit hole, and waiting for the result as the nuclear explosion of exponentially spreads in a massive transfers of energy and matter, has become the low common denominator standard of the dissemination of information. Thanks to the inherent biases of Silicon Valley as masters over the proficient vehicle of the social network and smart devices, reality suffers a tedious and painful death.
In conjuring up a transfixing misdirection worthy of world famous illusionist David Blaine, Washington Post reporter Scott Wilson, who has an experienced background in covering politics, but zero accolades as a researcher or engineer, penned an apologist hit piece, expertly diverting the collective progressive attention span away from the simply solution to California’s politician orchestrated drought. The headline sets an ugly and convoluted tone for the column, which mysteriously fails to include the concept of runoff from record flooding, or the bountiful fields of crops sowed in the Imperial Valley reliant on remote water sources for irrigation.
“A massive aquifer lies beneath the Mojave Desert. Could it help solve California’s water problem?”
The conservative leaning progeny of the hippy band, the Mama’s & the Papa’s, have entered the climate debate arena, prompting an arduous legal brawl over the remake of California Dreamin. California Drownin, has sparked a World War III grade battle of ceaseless consternation, as the witty initial amended lyrics, “All the streets are drowned,” is a veritable battle cry uniting farmers and private property owners, and raising the veritable angst magnitudes of elitists to epic levees, I mean levels. Social network polling indicates a steep increase in the search term “Ra, the sun god”, as an intolerant counter offense to the possible ramifications of applied runoff to the water infrastructure of the state.
Wilson does a masterful job of outlining a tiny layer of the water source battle by introducing the actors from the pubic and private sector and holding the last and current presidential administration accountable, but fails to grasp the big picture. Trillions and trillions of gallons of stormwater are left to wastefully runoff into the Pacific Ocean each year, but extremists, the majority of environmental movement, and liberal politicians desire to keep this fact on the down low for self-serving and insidious purposes. Instead, time and money can be wasted on debating the access and politics of a small state sized subterranean lake, and not focused on the reasonable and logical venture of building more reservoirs to collect the rainwater.
Apparently, California has not completely reached a level of perpetual insanity, as there are plans in the works for harnessing runoff, but estimated construction will not begin until 2030, which gives opponents the necessary luxury of time in derailing the project, and keeping the lucrative misnomers of drought and climate change at the vortex of dialogue.
The fundamental flaw with climate protagonists is a mega-flu pandemic of cognitive dissonance afflicting their community. Fossil fuels are bad, yet they travel by aircraft. Emissions from traditional automobiles increase the carbon footprint, but they drive hybrids that require more energy to manufacturer and use toxic batteries. A viable solution to growing infrastructure and win-win situation exists in building more reservoirs, but whiny violins play to the apparent exploitation of the Colorado river and the need for incessant control completely overtakes sensibility. The Mojave aquifer is the golden ace in the hole for future backlash to agricultural pursuits and private property rights, in dictating the allocation of the region’s most crucial natural resource.
For gosh sake, Wilson even had the audacity to introduce the vapid opposition of Hollywood and musical celebrities already protesting any plans for harvesting the body of water, while misrepresenting the proper definition of water rights, and purposefully omitting the verifiable reality of runoff. Because the creation of reservoirs balk progress in improving unusable land, providing a habitat for flora and fauna, and collecting liquid gold that has innumerable positive applications, and will not strain existing rivers and tributaries.
Once again the hopelessly naive cater to the inexplicably muddled end game of a movement based on sentiment that doesn’t know its left from its right, or its high from its low. The grass is always (literally) greener on the other side. Just ask the landscape professionals tending the immaculate grounds of proliferating narcissism in the shadows cast by exquisite monstrosities influencing the geography of Beverly Hills. The world is always jaded through the optics of a union operated camera crew. (Hint to radicals- learn the specifics and importance of evap0transpiration, before heedlessly joining the debate.)
“Get off my lawn!”
Read the Washington Post column here.