This post could end up anywhere. Where to start? ……………. I know….
I have a stalker. Almost from Day 1 of my blog, I have had a serial
idiot pest commentator whom I have had to block due to his complete disregard for the blog rules, let alone his pure idiocy. Despite the fact this moron commentator knows his comments will be heavily moderated at best, he persists with inanity. Every time he imparts his wisdom, to dodge the spam filter he has a new email and IP address and he alters his name. Now, as every other WordPress blogger knows, first time commentators end up in moderation, and I suspect my stalker is aware of this too. I now suspect that this clown commentator knows full well he won’t be published but wants to ensure I see his comment when it ends up in my moderation queue, hence his going to all the trouble of changing his email and moving around all the time when he comments. I suppose I should be flattered that this loon person has taken such an interest in me and wants to save me from delusional acceptance of established science. I should add too that he also occasionally tries out the same tactic to comment on my Facebook page. When that isn’t successful he resorts to talking about me on his Facebook page so his handful of “friends”, most of whom probably have him muted, can appreciate his idiocy insights.
Artist’s impression of my stalker
Okay okay, I know that writing about this
wanker commentator may only embolden him because he will know I am talking about him now, but I just feel compelled to admit that this time he’s gone all out. We’ve all come across some truly idiotic climate change deniers in our time, but now, my stalker has really shone. My last blog entry, was a reblog from Greenman discussing the fact that Google has withdrawn its support for a large loony right wing American think-tank called ALEC and that this was perhaps the start of such actions by other large institutions. The post was wrapped up in a metaphor of a dyke bursting. I am 100% certain that I don’t need to explain it any further for all but one of my subscribers. So what did my climate change denying stalker have to say about this post? He referred me to this from the “Johnstown Pennsylvania Information Source Online”….
A ROAR LIKE THUNDER
On June 1,1889, Americans woke to the news that Johnstown, Pennsylvania had been devastated by the worst flood in the Nation’s history. Over 2,200 were dead, with many more homeless. When the full story of the flood came to light, many believed that if this was a “natural” disaster, then surely man was an accomplice.
Johnstown in 1889 was a steel company town of Germans and Welsh. With a population of 30,000, it was a growing and industrious community known for the quality of its steel. Founded in 1794, Johnstown began to prosper with the building of the Pennsylvania Mainline Canal in 1834 and the arrival of the Pennsylvania Railroad and the Cambria Iron Company in the 1850’s.
There was one small drawback to living in the city. Johnstown had been built on a flood plain at the fork of the Little Conemaugh and Stony Creek rivers. Because the growing city had narrowed the river banks to gain building space, the heavy annual rains had caused increased flooding in recent years.
There was another thing. Fourteen miles up the Little Conemaugh, 3-mile long Lake Conemaugh was held on the side of a mountain – 450 feet higher than Johnstown – by the old South Fork Dam. The dam had been poorly maintained, and every spring there was talk that the dam might not hold. But it always had, and the supposed threat became something of a standing joke around town.
But at 4:07 p.m. on the chilly, wet afternoon of May 31, 1889 the inhabitants heard a low rumble that grew to a “roar like thunder.” Some knew immediately what had happened: after a night of heavy rains, the South Fork Dam had finally broken, sending 20 million tons of water crashing down the narrow valley. Boiling with huge chunks of debris, the wall of flood water grew at times to 60 feet high, tearing downhill at 40 miles per hour, leveling everything in its path.
Thousands of people desperately tried to escape the wave. Those caught by the wave found themselves swept up in a torrent of oily, muddy water, surrounded by tons of grinding debris, which crushed some, provided rafts for others. Many became helplessly entangled in miles of barbed wire from the destroyed wire works.
It was over in 10 minutes, but for some the worst was still yet to come. Darkness fell, thousands were huddled in attics, others were floating on the debris, while many more had been swept downstream to the old Stone Bridge at the junction of the rivers. Piled up against the arches, much of the debris caught fire, entrapping forever 80 people who had survived the initial flood wave.
Many bodies were never identified, hundreds of the missing never found. Emergency morgues and hospitals were set up, and commissaries distributed food and clothing. The Nation responded to the disaster with a spontaneous outpouring of time, money, food, clothing, and medical assistance.
The cleanup operation took years, with bodies being found months later in a few cases, years after the flood. The city regained its population and rebuilt its manufacturing centers, but it was 5 years before Johnstown was fully recovered.
In the aftermath, most survivors laid the blame for the dam’s failure squarely at the feet of the members of the South Fork Fishing and Hunting Club. They had bought the abandoned reservoir, then repaired the old dam, raised the lake level, and built cottages and a clubhouse in their secretive retreat in the mountains. Members were wealthy Pittsburgh steel and coal industrialists, including Andrew Carnegie and Andrew Mellon, who had hired B. Ruff to oversee the repairs to the dam. There is no question about the shoddy condition of the dam, but no successful lawsuits were ever brought against club members for its failure and the resulting deaths downstream.
Source: National Park Service – US Dept. of the Interior
John…. I don’t know what to say. Either you don’t know what a metaphor is, or you do and have finally come to acknowledge that climate change, like the South Fork Dam, is man-made. Congratulations! Welcome to the team and please keep those comments coming from different names, email addresses and IP addresses. They are pure gold. You constantly reinforce my desire to educate people about anthropogenic climate change, remind me that I am more intelligent than some people, and genuinely flatter me with your obsessive behaviour. Please don’t take my rejection of you as homophobia though. It isn’t. I’m just not into angry old white men. You’re just not my type.
Finally this from his latest comment….
I now get your stupid updates and am sick of seeing the stupidity that you post in the name of science.
John, we both know you want my updates. You have always wanted my updates. Why else would you persist? You can unsubscribe if you like. You won’t though, because deep down you know you are wrong and that science is right. You deal with this internal conflict by constantly
trolling stalking messaging me and numerous others in a lame attempt at maintaining willful ignorance. This desire you have to constantly reinforce your ignorance is unhealthy. It’s okay, John. I understand. I used to be a heavy smoker for 18 years. I loved those things and I would make all sorts of silly excuses to not give up. Afraid of admitting my addiction, I suppressed everything I knew that science was saying about the negative effects of smoking. Eventually though, common sense and courage prevailed and I kicked the addiction and you know what? It was easier than I thought it would be. Climate change denial and right-wing nutjobbery is also an addiction. You just need a dose of common sense, science and courage to kick it.
Finally, thanks John for giving me yet another IP address, name and email to put in the spam filter. You now occupy more than half of it.
I really struggled with what to use as a title for this post. I went through about 5 possible titles. In the end it was a choice between what we have now and “Troll-baiting 101″. I decided not to use the alternative because troll-baiting was not my original intent even though that’s how it now appears. Actually that’s not true. It came down to a best-of-three coin toss.