We The Campbells

This one’s gonna be mind-blowing! (Like the fact that mind-blowing isn’t one word!)

Global warming. A lovely topic. Coupled with environmental friendliness, and environmental awareness, it can be quite the conversation starter. (And ender.)

Using PlanetPOV as a source I found a general opinion of the whys and hows of global warming. The main factor of global warming that I want to focus on is the Greenhouse Effect.

Essentially, the rays of the sun enter through the transparent atmosphere, and the heat from the rays is retained by the atmosphere as it rebounds off the Earth’s surface.

Now, Global Warmingists admit that some green house affect is good, but believe that “too much” of it isn’t.

That brings me to the second factor of my theory: Universal expansion.

Is the universe expanding? We don’t have hard evidence because:

It is not sufficient that a theory permits something to exist. Only experimental verification can establish some aspect of a theory to be correct. We are told that the Experimental Method looks to falsify a theory, but in reality a successful prediction establishes the idea. In cosmology this is not even possible, since we cannot interact with the only universe we have to experiment on. All we can do is provide a model and judge it by the statistics of how often we see the phenomena to occur etc. [creation.com]

Either way, let’s just assume for the moment that the universe is expanding.

The fact is that the temparature hasn’t risen significantly (more than two degrees Fahrenheit!) in the last sixty years, and yet we’re made to believe that the polar bears are drowning because we’re melting their ice. I don’t think the whole flooding of Florida and California and stuff is very accurate, but what if the Universe is expanding at the exact rate to counteract the “horrific polution” of the air with a natural gas called CO2.

Here’s where I stop linking to other pages, because this is all unbased, wild, blind, upside-down guessing.

Let’s say that the Carbon Dioxide is affecting the temperature. Factoring that, and the expanding universe into this little problem gives me the idea that God knew that the Ford Expedition would be made, and that Hummers were coming too, and in order to prepare for that, he set the universe expanding.

When everything was first made, it was close enough to slow down the process. Then, the expansion sped up as each planet’s gravitational pull weakened because of the distance, speeding up the expansion around 1950.

Now, around 1950 the CO2 emissions, started growing significantly. greenhouse gases started filling the atmosphere.

Back to the expanding universe. With the Sun moving away from us, the temprature would drop under normal circumstances. But, because of the greenhouse gases, any heat that the Sun did give us was retained, and recycled.

Therefore, the less your carbon footprint, the less you’re contributing to the Earth’s stable temperature.

Assuming that:

• The Universe is expanding at all.
• The Universe is expanding at the exact rate necessary to cope with the growing greenhouse gas conglomeration.
• The greenhouse gases supposedly growing in number, are affecting the temperature of the Earth
• The greenhouse gases aren’t being eaten by microbial purple monsters.
• Ian is correct.

When you’re about five or six years old you ask, “Why?”, because you don’t know, and you want to know.

I’ve noticed that I don’t ask that often anymore. I don’t ask it with my words. I’m silent, but my soul is screaming the monosyllabic word like a maniac.

Why?!?!?!

Life, it seems, is the period of existence where we are meant to discover our purpose for existence.

Dear, America.

We’re at critical election in U.S. history. Our country faces a decision between presumptive nominees Hilary Clinton and Donald Trump. It’s not about them, though.

It’s about the power we’re about to give them, and there is no power, but from the consent of the governed.

There is no power, except what is agreed upon by the people. We sacrifice our total autonomy for the benefits of a society. We don’t sacrifice our autonomy totally, mind you, but we do give up the totality of our autonomy, so that a functional society may be had.

Responsibility is a wonderful, terrible, beautiful, awful curse.

I’m going into my senior year which means I’m burdened with plans and thoughts about my future responsibilities. Admittedly most of the burdening is done by me, but I’m on the brink of adulthood, and I’m reaching desperately for that autonomy but I’m clinging to my childhood at the same time.

You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Which, doesn’t mean you can’t own a cake and eat it, it means you can’t have a piece of cake, and then eat that same piece you just ate. Just FYI. I found that out a couple weeks ago, thought I’d share.

Anyway, I’m rambling, my point is about responsibility. I think the position that everyone really wants to be in is the situation with the most power, or control, with the least responsibility.

I started thinking about it when analyzing the forfeiture of power that has occurred in America. Over the last hundred years or so, America, the people, have relinquished the power of government to  the “Government” a monstrous entity designated to take all of the responsibility away from the people.

Whoa. Bold statement, Ian, you may be thinking.

Yeah, probably.

Responsibility is closely tied to power. Because if you’re making decisions, you’re responsible for those actions. So, if you don’t want the responsibility, you give up the power, correct? America have given up their power to

Okay, a couple short paragraphs ago I mentioned that my point was about responsibility. That was my first point.

My father once said, “Treat other people the way you want to be treated.”

My dad has told me that since before I knew how I wanted to be treated.

I hate to make a point with math, but it seems logical to treat other people the way you want to be treated, because there’s only one of you, and 7 billion of them. So if you’re treating other people how they want to be treated. That’s a lot of happy or comfortable people.

Conversely (I love using that word), if you’re out to treat yourself the way you want to be treated, then you’re only going to make one person “happy or comfortable”. I added my little comfortable qualifier because people aren’t always happy, even if you treat them the way they want to be treated. Similarly, even if you treat yourself the way you want to be treated, you may not be happy. We’ve all heard that story, a successful person, who sacrificed his friends and family to get to where he/she wanted to go.

Wiping the dust from his face, the Sculptor smiled at his marvelous marble creation. His face searching the creation for it’s story. He pondered the bleached figure, examining the smallest details, noting the blemishes, but more importantly the lack of blemishes.

The young man in marble was reaching skyward toward an unseen wonder. The colorless boy full of awe, stretching his imagination, growing. The boy’s face innocent, young, clear.

Picking up his chisel, the Sculptor began to chip away at the cheery resolve of the boy. The boy’s brow began to crease, and his eyes to sink, and his cheeks to more stark, his chin a little bolder. The boy now a man, the Sculptor set his chisel down.

The man reached skyward toward an unseen objective. His boyish face still hopeful and wondering. His brow creased slightly, though, as he strived for a goal yet unreached. His eyes fixed with purpose. His gaze unwavering, his outstretched arm untiring.

Raising his chisel, the Sculptor struck, swiftly and certainly, deepening sorrow into the man’s eyes. He carved away the wonder and replaced it knowing; he shaved the hope from the man’s face, leaving a bare understanding. The man now wizened, the Sculptor rested his chisel.

The man, beaten, his bleached face still raised, but he was searching as if uncertain. His eyes, showed pain, and his expression was graver. His body, had hunched a little, recoiling from reality’s harshnesses. The man’s outreached arm endured.

The Sculptor peered at the man with puzzlement. He lifted his chisel, and withered the man’s body, aging him beyond recognition, wrinkling his face, sagging his skin, curling his posture, resigning him.

The man, now experienced, had a rougher finish. Wary now; one step ahead of cruelty, yet his arms stayed outstretched, and his eyes fixed upward. Knowing what he knew, understanding what he now understood, he should crumble, yet the man had the heart of the boy he once was. His imagination continued, his hope prevailed, and his arm, stretched out, remained waiting.

The Sculptor set his tools down, finished. He left the man in the marble to rest.

It’s Thursday, April 28th, 2016. Draft Day.

For the past two and a half months, football fans have discussed the top prospects that declared for the 2016 NFL Draft. Fans have exhausted numerous arguments on every player associated via rumor with their teams.

Media analysts have published enough mock drafts to choke a black hole, and they’re coming out with their “final” versions.

The NFL is basking in the glow of the only thing that’s happening related to football right now; the Draft. (Be quiet, Arena Football, I know your regular season just started, I meant real football.)

Unproven, underage, undersized, and sometimes unethical draft prospects have been national news stories for a month or more. They’re advertised as though they come in a package with a rebate for 10 free wins.

These players are paraded about as the next generation of Pro Bowlers, and Super Bowl Champions and Hall of Famers. Does (California, QB) Jared Goff have any right to be mentioned among the likes of, Johnny Unitas, Joe Namath, Joe Montana, Jim Kelly, Joe Ferguson, or John Elway? No. Except of course to mention the fact that a lot of great QBs have first names that start with the letter ‘J’.

Until they make the rosters, and get past Training Camp, until they start a game and handle the pressure, until they contribute to a winning team meaningfully, until they make the clutch play to deliver the Super Bowl to their adoring fans, until they’ve payed their dues, they’re nothing but status quo football players.

Lauded as the Future Super Bowl Champions, these rookies bring a metaphor to my mind: Having your album release party before knowing how to play music.

The draft prospects that are being discussed as Hall of Famers have only proved one thing. They can play collegiate level football fairly well. This is the NFL, boys.

Now excuse me while I watch 4 hours of pre-draft coverage, and bite my fingernails down to the cuticles.

Boy, I hope the Bills take–