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Thanks for Andrew Carnegie.

Aah yes, well, I would tend to agree with you.

In NY we have a thing called jazz.

In the UK you have a thing called chavs.

There's no contest really.

[I]"I for one will uphold the values of respect my Dad and Grandfather taught me and pay my respects every time wherever in the world I am."

[/I]That is not a bad idea, and I too remember the fallen each November 11. But remember, people then, more so than now, were pawns of their government in time of war, but values were not all that different.

But the reality is more that human nature of old, and I mean[SIZE=2] "Peloponnesian Wars[/SIZE] Old" is not much more different than those of today. The values that have changes are actually good, in that there is increased questioning of reasons to go to war, women have the vote and full property rights instead of being mere property of their husbands, doctors and other professionals no longer have a license to kill but instead are rightly scrutinized, excess drinking, use of snuff and [IMG]file:///C:/Users/me/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png[/IMG]domestic abuse are no longer tolerated, literacy is high, education is widely available, and society is a lot more fair to people of color.

Be careful which values held by our decedents you wish for.

Zippy, sorry for the confusion! I was remarking that we people know our environment is changing, but the scientists and gov't do not give a damn so long as they remain in a job. We have changed our life style to cut out waste but the authorities have cranked it up.
If you walk through your city at night and look at how many office blocks are all lit up and the main culprits are the authorities, street lights, motorway lights....are all on when there is no need for them to be.
It would be nice if we could Switch off the gov't when we don't need them.
When I was a kid there was a childrens television program called The Wombles. Even then we knew the environment was changing and followed the Wombles example. The gist of the story is SWITCH IT OFF. :):):)

Your first entry reads like you're denying global warming. My response was based on that perception.

"Climate change is a lot more complicated than predicting the weather, and that's what you're observing, year-to-year weather."

[COLOR=#0000ff]Climate change is easy to predict. I grew up with very deep snow in winter and now there is not too much. Observing weather over over 40yrs tells me something is wrong, just ask an eskimo![/COLOR]

Besides, if the average temperature of the earth rises X-degrees, it doesn't mean that it will be warmer everywhere. One popular model has the Atlantic Gulf Stream shutting down. If that should happen, temperatures in northwestern Europe would plummet.

[COLOR=blue]Temps in Europe has risen over the past 20 yrs, sharks off the west coast of UK is due to the Gulf stream but how do you explain sharks off the east coast of Scotland? A model is only a theory.[/COLOR]

"Blaming everyone" seems to me to include blaming ourselves.

[COLOR=blue]Yes I agree, I do blame myself, not for changing my habits but for not doing enough to bringing our gov't to answer[/COLOR]

Climate change is a lot more complicated than predicting the weather, and that's what you're observing, year-to-year weather.

Besides, if the average temperature of the earth rises X-degrees, it doesn't mean that it will be warmer everywhere. One popular model has the Atlantic Gulf Stream shutting down. If that should happen, temperatures in northwestern Europe would plummet.

"Blaming everyone" seems to me to include blaming ourselves.

Dulce et Decorum Est
Wilfred Owen (1893–1918)

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And floundering like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.