First off, I have to confess: I'm not a scientist. I don't even have PhDs in psychology and parapsychology. The "kids" do not love me. And there is no way I'm being moved to better quarters on campus.
I do know this: If, as a scientist, a researcher, a journalist, a writer, a whatever noun you want to insert, if you falsify your data because you're not getting the result you expected or wanted, then, indeed, you are a poor scientist, Dr. Venkman. (Go to 3:36 for the "Poor Scientist" speech from Dean Yeager.)
I'm speaking here, of course, of reports that hacked files and e-mails from The Climate Research Unit at the University of East Anglia in England reveal researchers, including some top=flight folks at the American National Aeronautics and Space Administration have colluded to falsify and cloud some climate data in order to support their theories ot anthropogenic climate change (or climate change caused by human activity).
Does this mean Global Warming, with the proper capital letters, is dead? No, I think reports of ACM's demise is premature, at least until, as Gen. Turgidson would remind us, all the facts are in.
If, indeed, the CRU folks have falsified their data and colluded across the Atlantic to do so, their research is at best questionable, at worst, completely worthless. I'm curious to know, however, how they hope to build or retain credibility in the scientific community if their research and methods are called into question. If they have indeed lied, which, it appears, they have, at least to some extent. I'll watch this unfold with much interest, to say the least. I just know that anything that even stinks of impropriety means that there's something rotten in the refrigerator.
Do we need legitimate research into mankind's effects on the environment? Absolutely. However, it's just as foolish to think that mankind's activities have no effects on the environment as it is to falsify data to make that appear to be the case. If these reports (here, (that's the one I recommend) here, (an even better one) and the leaked documents here (it's The Pirate Bay, so don't open this up on work computers and be prepared for safe-for-work but eye-bleach worthy photos of bimbos)) are true, then shame on those who falsified their data. That's not science. That's dishonesty. That's doing your science a disservice. That's telling the world that you are, frankly, a poor scientist.
What will also be interesting to watch is how the climate change true believers take this news. So far, as far as I can tell, there are a lot of folks saying, wow, these creeps ought to be jailed for what they did. And they're speaking of the hackers, not the scientists. Of course, what the hackers did was illegal. What the scientists are accused of doing is merely unethical. There seems to be a bit of denial out there -- this time on the part of the true believers. They may find crow tasty. They may not. It'll still be interesting to watch.
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Christmas Box Miracle, The; by Richard Paul Evans. 261 pages.
Morbid Tase for Bones, A; by Ellis Peters. 265 pages.
There's Treasure Everywhere, by Bill Watterson. 173 pages.
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Adventures of Uncle Lubin, The; by W. Heath Robinson. 119 pages.
AI Superpowers: China, Silicon Valley, and the New World Order, by Kai-Fu Lee. 254 pages.
Book of Boy, The; by Catherine Gilbert Murdock. 271 pages.
Book of Mormon, The; The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 535 pages.
Child's Garden of Verses, A; by Robert Louis Stevenson and illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith. 105 pages.
Creativity: A Short and Cheerful Guide, by John Cleese. 103 pages.
Dave Bartry's Only Travel Guide You'll Ever Need, by Dave Barry. 171 pages.
Diary of A Wimpy Kid Hot Mess, by Jeff Kinney. 217 pages.
Fall of Richard Nixon, The; A Reporter Remembers Watergate, by Tom Brokaw. 227 pages.
God's Smuggler, by Brother Andrew and John and Elizabeth Sherill. 241 pages.
Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett. 377 pages.
Leper of St. Giles, The; by Ellis Peters. 265 pages.
Lincoln at Gettysburg, by Garry Wills. 320 pages.
Outrage Machine, by Tobias Rose-Stockwell. 388 pages.
Peanuts by the Decade, the 1970s; by Charles Schulz. 530 pages
Politically, Fashionably, and Aerodynamically Incorrect: The First Outland Collection, by Berkeley Breathed. 128 pages.
Quiet: The Power of Introverts in A World that Can't Stop Talking, by Susan Cain. 352 pages.
Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett. 365 pages.
Rakkety Tam, by Brian Jacques. 371 pages.
Reflections of A Scientist, by Henry Eyring. 101 pages.
Rickover Effect, The; by Theodore Rockwell. 438 pages.
Road to Freedom, The; by Shawn Pollock. 212 pages.
Rocket Men, by Craig Nelson. 404 pages.
Trolls of Wall Street, The; by Nathaniel Popper. 341 pages.
Undaunted Courage: Meriwether Lewis, Thomas Jefferson, and the Opening of the American West; by Stephen E. Ambrose. 521 pages.
Why Things Go Wrong, by Laurence J. Peter. 207 pages.
Ze Page Total: 7,511
The Best Part
God's Smuggler, by Brother Andrew and and John and Elizabeth Sherill.
(Andrew and his wife Corrie have just consented to sell their home in Holland for the equivalent of $15,000 so they can purchase 5,000 pocket bibles in Russian for distribution to the faithful in Russia.)
[A phone call] For it was from the Dutch Bible Society, asking me if I could arrange to have the printing done somewhere else.
I had? In England! Well, here is what they proposed. They would pay half the cost. If the Bibles cost $3 each to print, I could purchase them for $1.50. And although the Society would pay for the entire printing as soon as it was ready, I would need to pay for my supplies only as I used them. If this was satisfactory --
If it was satisfactory! I could scarcely believe what I had heard. I could be able to buy six hundred Bibles -- all we could carry at one time -- right away out of our "Russian Bible" fund. And we wouldn't have to leave our home, and Corrie could go on sewing the pink curtains for Steffie's room, and I could set out my lettuce flats and -- I could hardly wait to tell Corrie what God had done with the thimbleful of willingness we had offered Him.
Sure. Chalk it up to coincidence all you want. But God does work in mysterious ways, and recognizes the gift of sacrifice.
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