I gave this book to my husband for Christmas and he really enjoyed it.  He encouraged me to read it, and while I’ve not had as much time to read as I’d like, the first few chapters have been very interesting.  Suzanne Fields’ column addresses Michael Crichton’s book and beliefs regarding “political science,” but not the “political science” one might major in at university.  I’ve copied the entire column for your convenience because I feel it’s well worth the time to read:


The green ‘state of fear’
Suzanne Fields (archive)

February 3, 2005 | printer friendly version Print | email to a friend Send


Michael Crichton is a high-tech, science-savvy Renaissance man in the 21st century. He has sold more than a hundred million books, which have been translated into 30 languages. Twelve became high-grossing movies. Children everywhere have “Jurassic Park” nightmares.


His books are so popular in China that when the calcified remains of a species of dinosaur was discovered there, the Chinese named it Bienosauraus crichtoni in his honor. In 1992, People magazine named him one of the “Fifty Most Beautiful People.”


Now a new kind of fame brings Michael Crichton to Washington to speak to policy wonks. He’s promoting his new book, “State of Fear,” which zoomed to the top of the bestseller lists, but he doesn’t come to Washington to talk about the novel.


Not long ago his speech, “Science Policy in the 21st Century,” was sponsored by two think tanks, the American Enterprise Institute and Brookings Joint Center for Regulatory Studies, and it’s about what he thinks about environmentalists in general, and climate change in particular. He has a lot of thoughts about the way science influences public policy.


He minces no words. What passes for science by so-called experts in the debate over “global warming,” he says, influences policy that is based on faulty data and ideological considerations. This does considerably more damage than good.


Ideology drives the scientists who get the grants to conduct research; the government agency that gives grants is driven by politics. In the novel, a page-turning action thriller, major characters, including a scientist, a lawyer, a philanthropist and two gorgeous women, are superheroes who foil the devices of environmental extremists, evil missionaries with messianic drives, pushing policies born of their own egos.


In a novel twist on the novel, the author appends footnotes and a bibliography to document scientific reports, and two hard-hitting essays explaining how and why politicized science is dangerous.


He compares the science of the environmentalists as similar to that of the study of eugenics a century ago. The study of eugenics, the idea that the human race could be “improved” by selective breeding, was at first supported by presidents, Nobel laureates, major universities, the Carnegie and Rockefeller Foundations, and together they molded public opinion. The science was insidious, pseudo-, and wrong.


Eugenics, recognized nearly everywhere now as both morally and criminally wrong, led directly to the Holocaust, with the Nazis killing first the feeble-minded, and ultimately extended to include Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals. Those who opposed eugenics were reactionary, ignorant or both. Research motivated by racism, fear of immigrants and “keeping the wrong people out of the neighborhood,” drew few protests.


Michael Crichton argues that many environmental studies today are similarly flawed, directed by scientists who shape their research to fit the cause, and read by an ill-informed public duped to believe that scientific papers are “objective.”


He cites an editorial in The Washington Post, which suggests adopting a policy change in climate control as “a sign of goodwill” to Europe. He notes, with irony and dismay, that the editorial appeared on the day that a dispatch from Auschwitz detailed the observance of the 60th anniversary of the liberation of the infamous death camp. Auschwitz, he says, was a direct descendent of politicized science.


Environmental grants, he argues, should go to several scientists working on a project with opposing points of view. Their work should be subjected to mutual criticism. “We need face-to-face dissent.” The results should be made public: “The people paid for it, the people own it.”


Only ruthless arguments can get to verifiable facts. Congressional hearings on scientific matters, he observes, are mostly dog-and-pony shows where questions are either “soft balls or hand grenades.” Congressmen are eager to show off what their staffs have found for them, and ideologues want to persuade. This is a dangerous way to make policy.


He cites the story of the pesticide DDT, effective against many disease-carrying insects, as an example of environmentalism gone awry. DDT, he argues, was falsely accused of causing cancer, and because it was banned millions, mostly children, have died of disease and their deaths “are directly attributable to a callous, technologically advanced western society that promoted the new cause of environmentalism by pushing a fantasy about a pesticide, and irrevocably harmed the third world.”


Environmentalism, he says, is “the religion of choice for urban atheists.” Such heresy won’t be as popular as his novels and movies, but in the long run, may have the impact of DDT on a mosquito.




©2005 Tribune Media Services

Thanks Txman and Intermodal for your get-well wishes.  I really appreciate them! 


While I didn’t get out the door as early as I would have liked, the Tylenol Cold medicine I took and a nice warm shower helped me feel a little bit more human.  After having to get my friend to give Jami a ride to school because the truck wouldn’t keep running long enough to shift into reverse, I was surprised when it started up just fine at 1:45 this afternoon.  Made it to Sears, where the mechanic put the battery through the tests and declared it to be BAD.  Shame, shame, shame you ole’ Diehard!  The wicked thing had enough nerve to wait until AFTER the warranty expired to die, so $104.00 later I’ve got a Diehard Gold 3 year battery under the hood.


While the mechanics did their thing, I strolled along the perimeter of the mall, begging for donations for our school’s silent auction.  For the most part, people are quite generous.  Some of the larger chains aren’t able to donate anything because of corporate policy, but a local furniture store donated a beautiful piece of silk hand-embroidered needlework in a very nice frame and a party supply place donated a certificate for a 16-balloon bouquet.  I also received quite a few promising “Leave me your contact info and I’ll get something together for you to pick up” comments.  So that was encouraging.


Because I was feeling better, I cruised over to the brand-new Tuesday Morning store that opened down our way.  It’s a terrible, terrible thing that this store has opened.  I don’t know what I’m going to do.  I spent $57 there this evening!  Granted, $20 was on $40 worth of throw pillows for our futon and $15.95 was on birthday/late Christmas gifts for Jami and my friend in Ohio (yes, I’m terrible — I still haven’t finished my Christmas shopping . . . who do you think came up with the “Christmas in July” idea????)  I just have to discipline myself to not go in there unless I really need to (for gifts).  Because they have some awesome gifts!


Now that I’m home, though, I’m wishing I’d not pushed so hard because I’m starting to feel a little puny again.  I think I’ll make myself a cup of Bigelow Mint Medley tea.  It’s great for soothing a sore throat and opening up the sinuses.  And it tastes pretty good, too. 


Oh, and wish Moose Max get-well wishes, too.  Apparently he’s under the weather, too . . .

Sigh . . .


I have a cold.  *Sniff*  And so much to do.  I need to pay bills (ugh), do some paperwork, sit out in my truck and try to get the battery charged up enough to go get a new one, and drum up donations for our annual school fundraiser.  And all I really want to do is crawl back in bed and sleep.


Sigh . . .

All things serious should be balanced with a little silliness! 

The Hobbit Name Generator

and

The Elvish Name Generator

If I were a Hobbit, I would be Ruby Boffins of Whitburrow!  And if I were an elf, I would be Nessa Mithrandir.

Interestingly enough, I think I prefer the Hobbit name.  It just seems more . . . jolly!  And I think I’d rather be a jolly Hobbit.  Actually, I think it’s their houses, ahem, hobbit holes that attract me.  I absolutely LOVED Bilbo Baggins’ Hobbit Hole.  Round doors, leaded windows, roaring fireplaces, hallways that twist and turn everywhere.  Rivendell was beautiful, but the Shire was more interesting to me, anyway.

If you’re inclined, let me know what your names are in my comments section! 

If you’re in college, planning to go to college, or the parent of a college student/pre-college student, if college is anywhere in your future or the future of someone you love, please read Mike Adams’ column today.  This man has become a loud voice for the rights of conservative, Christian college students across the country.  So if you’ve run into similar discrimination on your campus, he might be a good person to contact if you want to get some attention focused on your situation.

Some of you may find this a little obnoxious, but those of you from Texas (or who love Texas) will understand . . .

TEXAS

When you’re from Texas, people that you meet ask you questions like, Do you have any cows?” “Do you have horses?” “Bet you got a bunch of guns, eh?”

They all want to know if you’ve been to Southfork. They watched Dallas.

Have you ever looked at a map of the world? Look at Texas with me just for a second. That picture, with the Panhandle and the Gulf Coast, and the Red River and the Rio Grande is as much a part of you as anything ever will be. As soon as anyone anywhere in the world looks at it they know what it is. It’s Texas. Pick any kid off the street in Japan and draw him a picture of Texas in the dirt and he’ll know what it is. What happens if I show you a picture of any other state? You might get it maybe after a second or two, but who else would? And even if you do, does it ever stir any feelings in you?

In every man, woman and child on this planet, there is a person who wishes just once he could be a real live Texan and get up on a horse or ride off in a pickup. There is some little bit of Texas in everyone.

Did you ever hear anyone in a bar go, “Wow…so you’re from Iowa? Cool, tell me about it?” Do you know why? Because there’s no place like Texas.

Texas is the Alamo. Texas is 183 men standing in a church, facing thousands of Mexican nationals, fighting for freedom, who had the chance to walk out and save themselves, but stayed instead to fight and die for the cause of freedom. We send our kids to schools named William B. Travis and James Bowie and Crockett and do you know why? Because those men saw a line in the sand and they decided to cross it and be heroes. John Wayne paid to do the movie himself. That is the Spirit of Texas.

Texas is Sam Houston capturing Santa Ana at San Jacinto.

Texas is “Juneteenth” and Texas Independence Day.

Texas is huge! forests of Piney Woods like the Davy Crockett National Forest.

Texas is breathtaking mountains in the Big Bend.

Texas is the unparalleled beauty of bluebonnet fields in the Texas Hill Country.

Texas is the beautiful, warm beaches of the Gulf Coast of South Texas.

Texas is the shiny skyscrapers in Houston and Dallas.

Texas is world record bass from places like Lake Fork.

Texas is Mexican food like nowhere else, not even Mexico.

Texas is the Fort Worth Stockyards, Bass Hall, the Ballpark in Arlington and the Astrodome.

Texas is larger-than-life legends like Michael DeBakey, Denton Cooley, Willie Nelson, Buddy Holly, Waylon Jennings, Janis Joplin, Kris Kristofferson, Tom Landry, Darrell Royal, ZZ Top, Eric Dickerson, Earl Campbell, Nolan Ryan, Sam Rayburn , George Bush, Lyndon B.Johnson, George W. Bush and Mike Moore.

Texas is great companies like Dell Computer, Texas Instruments and Compaq. And LOCKHEED MARTIN AEROSPACE! Home of the F-16 Jet Fighter and the JSF Fighter.

Texas is NASA.

Texas is huge herds of cattle and miles of crops.

Texas is skies blackened with doves, and fields full of deer.

Texas is a place where towns and cities shut down to watch the local High School Football game on Friday nights and for the Cowboys on Monday Night Football, and for the Night In Old San Antonio River Parade in San Antonio. Texas is ocean beaches, deserts, lakes and rivers, mountains and prairies, and modern cities.

If it isn’t in Texas, you probably don’t need it.

No one does anything bigger or better than it’s done in Texas.

By federal law, Texas is the only state in the U.S. that can fly its flag at the same height as the U.S. flag. Think about that for a second. You fly the Stars and Stripes at 20 feet in Maryland, California, or Maine and your state flag, whatever it is, goes at 17 feet. You fly the Stars and Stripes in front of Pine Tree High in Longview or anyplace else at 20 feet, the Lone Star flies at the same height – 20 feet. Do you know why? Because it is the only state that was a republic before it became a state.

Also, being a Texan is as high as being an American down here. Our capitol is the only one in the country that is taller than the capitol building in Washington, D.C. and we can divide our state into five states at any time if we wanted to! We included these things as part of the deal when we came on. That’s the best part, right there.

Texas even has its own power grid!!

 Good morning!  Looks like it’s going to be a good one here on the Gulf Coast.  My honey and my baby girl made it to work and to school just fine and I’ll be meeting with a client this afternoon to select colors for her window treatments.  I’m not sure what we’ll be doing this evening, but I’m thinking about making stroganoff with some of the venison my husband brought home from his hunting trip in December.


Columns like Jeff Jacoby’s remind me just how good life is.  Mr. Jacoby writes about his father and Auschwitz and I encourage you to read it.  While it must be difficult to write about the grandparents, aunts, and uncles you never had an opportunity to meet, I commend Mr. Jacoby for keeping the history alive.  There are those who would have us believe this horrible, horrible time in our history never happened.  And thus, condemn us to repeat it . . .


You might want to give Charles Krauthammer a scan, too.  With regards to the Rice nomination and the Democrats’ ridiculous opposition, he does a nice job of deflating their balloon, i.e., explaining why their objections are a bunch of hot air.  The last few lines of his column address the Hillary factor, which leads us to our next article:


Mona Charen asks, “Can a liberal change her spots?”  My answer, emphatically, is “NO!”  And my prayer is that, as Ms. Charen states, Hillary’s past will cast a long shadow.  She may be “talkin’ the talk,” but I hope that people are smart enough to see if she’s “walkin’ the walk” with regards to a more moderate stance.  Because we all KNOW that she’ll never take a step in conservative mocassins.


Jonah Goldberg.  Enough said.


Have a great day!

Thanks for another fun quiz, Darkstar218


What Color Is Your Brain?








BLUE:

At work or in school: I like to be with people, sharing with them, inspiring them, and helping them. I work and learn best when I can take into consideration people and the human element. I flourish in an atmosphere of cooperation.
With friends: I always look for perfect love. I am very romantic, and I enjoy doing thoughtful things for others. I am affectionate, supportive and a good listener.
With family: I like to be happy and loving. I am very sensitive to rejection from my family and to family conflicts. I really like to be well thought of and need frequent reassurance. I love intimate talks and warm feelings.

I have to admit, I’m a little peeved at the lack of recognition The Passion of the Christ received from Oscar.  Peeved, but not surprised.  Oscar did have enough sense to recognize the incredible cinematography, musical score, and make up . . . but I’d like to know where the nominations for James Caviezel, Maia Morgenstern, and Monica Bellucci were?  Not to mention Mel Gibson.


The only thing that makes it a little easier to take is that Fahrenheit 9/11 DID NOT RECEIVE ONE SINGLE NOMINATION.  Take that, Michael Moore.

Hello out there in Xangaland!  I’ve been MIA for a few days as far as blogging goes . . . well, I HAVE been keeping up with my subscription reading, but I’ve had very little time to write anything myself.  I hope you’re all well!


The business has been keeping me busy, which is good.  In fact, I have a couple of quotes I need to work on in a few minutes, so this will be short today.  The last few days have been quite good as far as window treatments go.  A couple signed their contract for 27 custom window blinds on Saturday and I am meeting with a designer this afternoon to finalize the details for shutters and other window treatments for one of her clients. 


Another woman really liked my 2″ blinds and my price, so I’m sure that will be a done deal shortly.  And I’m about to do a quote for another 27 windows for a custom home in a “ranch estates” type development near here.


In addition, one of the developers a little north of here contacted me about participating in a “builders’ fair” in April.  The development has around 500 homesites ready for construction to begin, and of those only 70 remain on the market.  Meaning there are 430 people having homes built that will need window treatments.  Oh, my. . .   The only cost to us to participate is a $100 door prize contribution.  It’s not that bad, considering booth space at some of these events can run two, three, and even four hundred dollars.


I guess that’s it for now.  I’m developing a blog over at Blogger where I can post photos.  I don’t think I’ll be writing much there, but I may include links here from time to time so you can see my photos!  We’ll see.  Maybe I’ll be able to “scrape up” the $$$ to go premium with Xanga and then keep it all in one spot.  There are just so many other things I need $$$ for . . . new stove, new fridge, new sofa, . . .