American Pie

the day the music died

friday, february 05th, 2010

some accidents are burned into memory even decades after they happened. The sinking of the Titanic, the explosion of the Hindenburg, the accident at Tenerife, and the Challenger crash all bring back remembrances of unforgettable tragedies. “The day the music died,” wrote singer/songwriter Don McLean for his hit song, American Pie, in 1971 commemorated the loss of singer Buddy Holly in an aircraft accident. Charles Hardin Holley, better known as Buddy Holly, was and remains one of the giants in the music business. His may be the most-discussed pop music star aircraft accident in history. The impact on the music world and millions of fans still affects the public perception of general aviation two generations of pilots later. His life and death inspired numerous books, movies, and songs.

To say Holly was a star is an understatement. He has been described as, the single most influential creative force in early rock and roll. His style has influenced countless musicians, including The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and Bob Dylan. He exerted such a profound impact on popular music that Rolling Stone magazine ranked Holly number 13 on its list of the 100 greatest artists of all time.

He was only 22 at the time of his death, and yet his songwriting was so prolific that new albums and singles were released years after his passing. The story of his accident and others like it has been written many times—the outcomes don't change.

In the early morning of February 3, 1959, Holly and two other rising stars, Ritchie Valens and J.P. Richardson (the Big Bopper), who were touring the country, had just finished a gig in Clear Lake, Iowa. They were scheduled to appear in Moorhead, Minnesota, that night but, because of bus trouble, the show headliners decided to go on to Moorhead by air. The group chartered a Beech Bonanza at the Mason City, Iowa, airport to fly to Fargo, the nearest airport to Moorhead.

The Civil Aeronautics Board (CAB), predecessor to the FAA and the NTSB, investigated the accident and the factual information is derived from the report.

Weather and preflight — Think It Over.

Around 5:30 p.m. Central Standard Time the charter pilot went to the Air Traffic Communications Station (ATCS—the equivalent of today's Flight Service Station and Air Route Traffic Control Center) at the airport administration building, to brief the flight. He was provided current weather for Mason City, Minneapolis; Redwood Falls; Alexandria, Minnesota; and the terminal forecast for Fargo, North Dakota. The briefer advised that all stations reported ceilings of 5,000 feet or better and visibility of 10 miles or above. However, the Fargo terminal forecast indicated the possibility of light snow showers after 2 a.m. and a cold frontal passage about 4 a.m. It all seemed reasonable for a VFR flight.

At 10 p.m. and again at 11:30 p.m. the pilot called ATCS to update weather. All stations had ceilings of 4,200 feet or better with visibility still 10 miles or greater. It was snowing in Minneapolis and the cold front that was previously forecast to pass Fargo at 4 a.m. was now expected to arrive at 2 a.m. At Mason City the ceiling was 6,000 overcast; visibility 15 miles plus; temperature 15 degrees F; dew point 8 degrees; wind south 25 to 32 knots; altimeter setting 29.96 inches.

At 11:55 p.m., the pilot, accompanied by the FBO/charter aircraft owner, a commercial/instrument-rated pilot, again went to ATCS for the latest weather update. With such important passengers on board one couldn't be too careful. In the half-hour since the pilot had last checked, Mason City was now 5,000 overcast in light snow and the altimeter had dropped to 29.90. The weather was moving.

The flight—Peggy Sue.

Holly, Richardson, and Valens arrived at the airport about 12:40 a.m., after the show, stowed their baggage, and boarded the aircraft. Although not noted in the Cabs report, I speculate the weight and/or balance might have been outside the limits with any kind of fuel load. That would have made the V35 a handful in the turbulence the flight would later encounter.

The pilot stated he would file his VFR flight plan by radio when airborne. Taxiing to the end of Runway 17, the pilot called ATCS for a weather update. En route reports had not changed materially, but Mason City was coming down rapidly: The ceiling was now 3,000, sky obscured; visibility 6 miles, light snow; wind south 20 knots, gusts to 30 knots; altimeter setting 29.85 inches. The front had arrived.

The Bonanza was airborne at 12:55 a.m. and observed to make a left 180-degree turn and climb to approximately 800 feet. It passed east of the airport and turned northwesterly. Throughout most of the flight the aircraft's tail light was visible to the FBO/charter aircraft owner. About five miles from the airport the light gradually descended and disappeared. When the pilot failed to open his flight plan by radio soon after takeoff, the communicator (controller), at the owners request, repeatedly tried to reach him but was unsuccessful. It was approximately 1am

The accident — It Doesn't Matter Anymore.

After reporting that the aircraft was missing at 3:30 a.m., the FBO/charter aircraft owner flew the aircraft's planned route later that morning. He sighted the aircraft in an open field at 9:35 a.m. All four occupants had been killed, and the aircraft was demolished. The wreckage was covered with about four inches of snow. Its a given, even today, that accident investigations are usually done in decent weather, half a day later. Note to self—be a little patient with weather, it will get better. Had the group left at 10 that morning, they still would have arrived in plenty of time for the show.

The Bonanza struck the ground in a steep right bank, nose-low attitude at high speed. There was no fire and no evidence of structural or flight control failure. The landing gear was retracted and the engine was producing cruise power at the time of impact. The attitude indicator showed a 90-degree right bank, nose-down attitude. The vertical speed indicator was pegged at a 3,000-feet-per-minute descent.

Pilot—Maybe, Baby.

The pilot, 21 years old, was employed by the FBO as a commercial pilot and flight instructor, and had been with them about a year. He had started flying in October 1954, with 711 hours total time and 128 in Bonanza. He had approximately 52 hours of dual instrument training and had passed the instrument written examination, but he had failed an instrument flight check in March 1958, nine months prior to the accident. His instrument training had been in several aircraft, all equipped with a conventional artificial horizon, but he had no experience with the Sperry attitude gyro that was installed in Bonanza N3794N. These two instruments differ greatly in their pictorial display, and the CAB believed that he would have had difficulty interpreting a completely different display.

The Aircraft Rave-On.

The Beech Bonanza, model 35, was manufactured in October 1947 and the engine had only 40 hours since major overhaul. The aircraft was purchased by the FBO in July 1958, and was well equipped for its time with high- and low-frequency radios, a Narco “omnigator” (VOR), a Lear autopilot (recently installed but not operable), and a full panel of instruments used for instrument flying, including a Sperry F3 attitude gyro.

According to the Cabs report, “The conventional artificial horizon provides a direct reading indication of the bank and pitch attitude of the aircraft which is accurately indicated by a miniature aircraft pictorially displayed against a horizon bar and as if observed from the rear. The Sperry F3 gyro also provides a direct reading indication of the bank and pitch attitude of the aircraft, but its pictorial presentation is achieved by using a stabilized sphere whose free-floating movements behind a miniature aircraft presents pitch information with a sensing exactly opposite from that depicted by the conventional artificial horizon."

The weather, again—Take Your Time.

The weather was quite a bit nastier than the briefed surface reports indicated. The surface weather chart for midnight February 3, 1959, showed a cold front extending from northwestern Minnesota through central Nebraska with a secondary cold front through North Dakota. Widespread snow shower activity was indicated in advance of these fronts. Temperatures aloft from Mason City to Fargo were below freezing at all levels with an inversion between 3,000 and 4,000 feet and abundant moisture present at all levels through 12,000 feet. Moderate to heavy icing and precipitation existed in the clouds along the route. Winds aloft below 10,000 feet were reported to be southwest at 30 to 50 knots.

A flash advisory (roughly equivalent to a sigmet) issued by the Weather Bureau at Minneapolis at 11:35 p.m. on February 2, noted, “Flash Advisory No. 5: A band of snow about 100 miles wide at 2335 from extreme northwestern Minnesota, northern North Dakota through Bismarck and south-southwestward through Black Hills of South Dakota with visibility generally below two miles in snow. This area or band moving southeastward about 25 knots. Cold front at 2335 from vicinity Winnipeg through Minot, Williston, moving southeastward 25 to 30 knots with surface winds following front north-northwest with 25 to gusts of 45. Valid until 0335.

Another flash advisory issued out of Kansas City, Missouri, at 12:15 a.m. on February 3 noted: "Over eastern half of Kansas, ceilings are locally below one thousand feet, visibilities locally two miles or less in freezing drizzle, light snow, and fog. Moderate to locally heavy icing, areas of freezing drizzle and locally moderate icing in clouds below 10,000 feet over eastern portion Nebraska, Kansas, northwest Missouri and most of Iowa. Valid until 0515."

Neither ATCS briefer mentioned these flash advisories to the pilot indicating the virtual certainty that instrument weather would be encountered.

Analysis — Raining in My Heart.

The CAB report noted that the flash advisories were not conveyed to the pilot. The weather briefing consisted solely of reading current weather at en route terminal and terminal forecasts for the destination. Failure to “draw these advisories to the attention of the pilot and to emphasize their importance could readily lead the pilot to underestimate the severity of the weather situation."

The FBO owner said, he “had confidence in the pilot and relied entirely on his operational judgment with respect to the planning and conduct of the flight.” That confidence was sadly misplaced. It happens too often that enthusiasm and a strong desire to complete a flight overcome what little experience/judgment a new pilot has. Sincerity, enthusiasm, and desire to please should never take a back seat to suspicious, skeptical contingency planning.

The CAB noted that with the obviously deteriorating weather at Mason City which could be seen by all, and the fact that the charter company was “certificated to fly in visual flight rules only…together with the pilots unproved ability to fly by instruments, made the decision to go…most imprudent.” That the pilot checked the weather so many times and that the owner went with him and then watched the flight depart shows that both of them probably had some serious misgivings. Note to self: Listen to that inner voice—its usually right!

The Cabs assessment was that shortly after takeoff the flight entered complete darkness with no horizon, falling snow, and moderate turbulence from the high winds. This required flight by reference to instruments.

The pilots unfamiliarity with the Sperry F3 gyro, noted above, because of its unique presentation, likely caused spatial disorientation.

Probable cause — Not Fade Away.

“The board determines that the probable cause of this accident was the pilots unwise decision to embark on a flight which would necessitate flying solely by instruments when he was not properly certificated or qualified to do so. Contributing factors were serious deficiencies in the weather briefing, and the pilots unfamiliarity with the instrument which determines the attitude of the aircraft."

This report could have been written last month, but it was a half-century ago. If the weather is bad where you are, despite a decent forecast, the weather is bad. Period. The boards commentary: "This accident, like so many before it, was caused by the pilots decision to undertake a flight in which the likelihood of encountering instrument conditions existed, in the mistaken belief that he could cope with en route instrument weather conditions, without having the necessary familiarization with the instruments in the aircraft and without being properly certificated to fly solely by instruments."

We may be the only beings who can learn from past mistakes and so often fail to do so. The lesson should not fade away.

© By Bruce Landsberg, AOPA OnLine

Around The Garden Center.™

Surprise! The bitter Winter weather returned to the Susquehanna Valley and Mid-Atlantic Region last Friday: 16°F/ windchill -6°F. The pump house lines froze again, and as I added extra heaters to thaw them out, circuit breakers kept tripping, causing numerous trips back to the pump house to re-set them. I turned-off every electrical appliance, except my Office and Main Building heaters, to conserve power. Overhead lights, front counter computers, my desk light, speaker system; everything extraneous was turned-off. Plus, another massive storm is gathering in the south and midwest, ready to wreak more havoc. I got the pipes unfrozen by late morning, left the water running and left for the day. I'll be back in on Saturday morning to check on things, since we're closed Sunday, and this frigid air is going to hang around for several more days.

Jan was in Saturday morning to finish-up combining the current mailing list with my landscape customers' list. It was snowing medium-hard, and by the time I'd left, we had 1-2". I left for the York Hospital to visit Mom & Dad, and made two stops on the way home. Lee stopped by at 4:30pm to drive me (I can't drive after dark with the meds I'm taking, as they make me drowsy) to HIA (Harrisburg Int'l Airport, in my Jeep, to pick-up Becky, drop her bags off at M&D's home, and then drive her to the Hospital to see Mom. The carotid artery bypass surgery left a 5" scar on her L/S neck, but at least she's up and walking around with the PT (physical therapist). She's got the finest round-the-clock care there, I've ever seen.

I slept-in Sunday, sunny with 12°F/ 3°F windchill, and decided to go to my "virtual cabin" up north, to replenish and stock-up on all supplies. Mom was now home from York Hospital, and was in the excellent professional care of Becky & Dad.

Monday and Tuesday were uneventful; plenty of paperwork to do. gdnctr v4.0 is up-and-running on my server, at a "secret site", as I have the Advertising and Media Reviews pages to finish-up before replacing the current gdnctr v3.0 with the new website. I had a 2pm graphics mtg at NeFra to finalize the postcard, two ads, a 4/c flyer for the "Baltimore Sun", and deliver the revised 2010 mailing list. I was finished by 3pm, and went home for the day.

***WINTER WEATHER ADVISORIES*** were posted on Tuesday afternoon, for a two large Winter Storms moving-up the eastern states, with impact of 2-5" for our area, for Wednesday morning. By 9pm, we had 2-3" of new snow in East York, and 4-6"" in Southern York County. Sweet! I almost decided not to go into work, but with the new CPA and IT guys coming-in, I had no choice. I called Arthur to help me get plowed-out. He plowed and shovelled the place out in 3hrs.

Our new CPA/CFP, Keith, met Dad & I at the Complex at 1pm, before our IT Tech, Mark was to arrive, so we started the Quickbooks 2010 consolidation of two office machines onto the new HP Laptop. Mark had to reschedule to next Wednesday to replace my 4-yr old RAID 0+1 machine with a new Mini-Tower. Next week, Jeff's over for 1-2 evenings to convert my RAID 0+1 screamer to Win-7, with some nice hardware upgrades, and I've got to go through it all again. I've had 3-4 weeks to "prep" for this upgrade of software and data.

It has become significantly cheaper to order top-of-the-line HP or Dell machines for 40-50% LESS that custom-building one screaming RAID 0+1 rig, myself. That's the future, it appears.

Uh-oh. Looks like there's a major ***Winter Storm Watch*** on the way here, late Friday and into Saturday. 16"-plus? Dammit! I'm looking at the storm map right now, and it's HUGE!

Restocking My Virtual Cabin™.

Much of the snow had melted or compressed along the 1,500ft drive as I eased the Jeep into the lean-to, at the kitchen's side door. I drew my Kimber .45ACP, chambered a round, checked for broken or jimmied windows, entered the cabin and checked all rooms & closets with my drawn Kimber 1911 .45cal; all was quiet, to make sure it was "unoccupied" and safe for me. The LPG-powered generator kicked-on with the flick of a switch. The I started bringing in the bags of canned and non-perishables, to fill-up my pantry and larder. I unpacked the many bags and began lining-up the cans, jars, bottles, jugs and packages on the nearly-empty shelves. I put the special water filtration equipment in a lockable cabinet. No, I don't buy bottled water, as I can easily make it from the pure, clear stream that runs through my property, just 300ft behind the cabin. I have plenty of new, washed-out & dried, 1gal milk jugs to store it in, stashed in the pantry in mesh bags, each replete with 3-4 drop of chlorox. If TSHTF, I'm well-prepared.

I shut-down the generator, locked-up the "virtual cabin", took one last look around, wishing I could stay for a couple of weeks, get away from it all and continue my reading. Stacks of books, each with a bookmark, were piled in front of the massive hearth, and around my favorite comfy chair. I made sure the water taps were dripping so the pipes wouldn't freeze and burst. Time to leave and get back to "reality".

I decided to drive to the small town and noticed that the "Adam's Junction" sign, which was partly cover by thrown-snow from the plows, listed 2,675 residents. I drove down Main Street, and it was deserted; no people and only 1-2 cars and truck on diagonal parking at The Square. I eased the Kimber .45cal from my holster, reached into the backseat and moved the Remy 11-87 AutoLoader 12ga 18" barrel onto my passenger seat, filling it with 3" .00 buck and slug shells. I didn't like the looks of this.

Main Street (diagonal parking) ran north-south for several miles, until it evolved into the beautiful early 20th century homes, intersected by east-west Broadway (also diagonal parking), which did the same thing. That was "suburbia" to these townfolks, from last century. I cruised the two main venues, and then started looking around the side residential streets. Nothing. Empty. Devoid of life. Except for one red-headed child, and I pulled the Jeep over to the curb. I motioned him to come tell me were everyone was. He said that all were at the Town Hall, attending an impromptu meeting of DHS (Dep't Homeland Security), of the utmost importance. I thanked him, and drove for the Hall.

Sure enough, the Hall was packed to the rafters with residents and some Feds. I left the Remy in the Eagle Gun Bag on the back floor of the Jeep, re-holstered the Kimber and took 4 extra mags, parked and went into the meeting. All eyes centered on me as I opened the door, took-off my Fedora and stood at the back of the room. The 3 DHS "Jack-Booted Thugs", seated at the Town Council's table, called my name: "We have a visitor. John Shelley, front & center"! I complied. They peppered me with questions, many of which I refused to answer on "My 5th Amendment Right", and then they asked if I was armed. I said that I was, and that if any of them tried anything to disrupt that, that "I'd drop them like a 50-lb sack-of-shit on a 20-mile hike". The room erupted in cheers. The DHS punks backed-down like the punks they were.

I asked was this was all about. Apparently "Adam's Junction" had been mentioned in subhuman, muslim threats on a bullshit jihadist website, as one place where a either a "dirty bomb" or a "bio weapon" was to be detonated. I explained that I was a "virtual visitor" and posed no threats; in fact; by contacting me in the "real world", I could bring a ***world of hurting firepower*** down on to whomever threatened this idyllic and bucolic town. Again, the hall erupted in cheers. I also explained that I had to leave, to get back to my "real world", before the next day dawns, and conduct my business' business. I walked out to rousing applause, and the utter-bewilderment of the DHS punks.

As I drove the Jeep south to "reality", I noticed a black gov't four-door following me. With my 2002 Jeep's Accu-Trak AWD, I quickly hit 65mph on the ice-covered roads, and the DHS punk spun-out, never to be seen again in my rearview mirror. He wrapped his Ford Victoria around a maple tree. Hope he made it.

I was back at my "real condo" by 4:45pm, and wondered what happened to "Mrs Mutt", the little dog I rescued from my last "virtual trip" to "Adam's Junction". I wish I'd had some time to check into her progress.

Oh yeah, I planned on going "back" many times, although my "virtual cabin was so isolated that it was highly-doubtful that any "dirty nuke or bio attack" would affect the site. My only worry was looters and people, trying to survive the attack, and that I'd have to fight-off my neighbors and friends, to survive myself. Well, I'll deal with that when it comes to it. In the interim, it's DHS' responsibility to stop such attacks from "The Enemy Within", now that they're here, no thanks to Bush I & II and shit-for-brains, Kenyan Soetero. With the borders wide-open, who knows what's going to happen?

My first and foremost responsibility is to Mom, Dad & Becky, in the "real world", and I intend to take care or that, primarily. My "virtual world" can wait until I get back up there and find out what's happened, since my last visit.

My real-time priorities are in fully in-order.

Fonts For You™.

Many Journal entries are best viewed in the Charrington Roughened and the Orlando typefaces. You may already have Century Gothic on your Windows-XP machine, and that's almost always used for the body copy or subheads, so grab it, if you don't already have it; you're reading it now. They're free from my website. Grab 'em! Save them to your HD, and install to C:/Windows/Fonts (folder), thru your WIN XP Control Panel > Fonts > File > Install New Font. Simple stuff; just takes a few minutes.

Here are a few others, which have been used in my Journal: Papyrus and Acoustic Bass, and Caesar Regular and Carleton and Charrington Strewn and Catherine. If you get and install them, you'll see how much nicer these pages are to view and read. Plus, they add to your repertoire of available fonts in MS-Word, as WIN-XP System Fonts, so you can use them for your daily documents.

Here's a new one, for your Windows/Fonts folder: Sketchy.

Things Which Make Your Eyes Squirt Blood™.

1001 muslim inventions? Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Death, destruction, beheadings, honor killings, stoning-to-death, genital mutilations, murder, abject poverty, political control system... I could go on and on, but you get the idea. islam never invented anything; they conquered other countries and STOLE their inventions, claiming them as their own. Shithole CNN needs to tell the historical truth.

The Global Warming Money Pit™.

Have you seen this video: "BBC: The Great Global Warming Swindle"? It was outright-banned from leftist, hate-filled, dirtbag lowlife scumbags,'s and's websites, by the mentally-ill, left-wing, global warming idiot wackos, but I've preserved it, for posterity, aka you, me and *ours*. Watch, be informed and download it for others to see. It's on my corporate server, and will stay there, BTW.

Here's what the Global Warming Scam is all about. Sweet, huh? They're so transparent, aren't they?

Here's everything you need to know about the Global Warming Fraud, and why it's a good thing. It's a l-o-n-g article, so get a sandwich, iced tea and settle-in, for a very informative read. I'm right there with you, BTW.

The "Greenhouse Effect" is a natural and valuable phenomenon, without which, the planet would be uninhabitable. Global Warming, at least in recent times, is real. CO2 is not a significant greenhouse gas; 95% of the contribution is due to Water Vapor. Man's contribution to Greenhouse Gasses is relatively insignificant. We didn't cause the recent Global Warming and we cannot stop it. Solar Activity appears to be the principal driver for Climate Change. O2 is a useful trace gas in the atmosphere, and the planet would actually benefit by having more, not less of it, because it is not a driver for Global Warming and would enrich our vegetation, yielding better crops to feed the expanding population. CO2 is not causing global warming, in fact, CO2 is lagging temperature change in all reliable datasets. The cart is not pulling the donkey. Wake-up, folks.

Here's a listing of The Best Global Warming Videos on the Internet.

Hey, fat, shit-for-brains, bloated, liar, huckster, fraud, criminal, charlatan, scumbag, loser, disgraced ex-VP AlGoreBore (LIAR-TN), is back using $300 million of OPM (Other Peoples' Money) to promote his Global Warming Bullshit, after the worst Winter in over 100 years. Welcome back, fatso huckster asswipe, AlGoreBore!

CO2 bad? No; CO2 is good, and we need more of it, or we're in for a very cold period, very soon. Here are the facts about CO2.

Roger Revelle of Scripps Institution of Oceanography, Harvard University and University of California San Diego, spits on the lying scumbag, AlGoreBore. My, my, oh my. (((snicker))) No, there's no consensus on Glo-bullshit Warming, other than it's a LIE! Just ask Alfred P. Sloan Professor of Atmospheric Science at MIT, Richard S. Lindzen; he's eminently-qualified to call AlGoreBoreAsshole, a LIAR! As I am.

There's another "ice age" coming, not the AlGoreBoreLiar 'Glo-bull warming' crap.

Larsen B Ice Shelf in Antarctica collapses in 2002 = Glo-bullshit Warming? Doubt it.

Read this Glo-bullshit Warming idiocy. Go ahead; I'll wait.

AlGoreBore's "hypocrisy"? See it right here!

You need to watch this 30 minute film; it's an eye-opener if you think that we're running out of crude oil, and that America has no reserves. We have more oil and natural gas in Alaska alone, than all the rest of the world's known reserves, COMBINED! Grab an adult beverage, and watch it.

Better get out your Winter coats, 'snuggies', wool socks and snow shovels, as it seems we've got an 80-year "Little Ice Age", on the way. Yawn; no biggie.

AlGoreBore's "Glo-bull Warming Bullshit" has spawned so-called 'cottage industries' around the world, worth hundreds of millions and probably billions of dollars, for green corporation validation, carbon credits, foundation & university climate studies, grants and a host of other BS-related crap to his lies and garbage. Global warming competes with cancer and competes with AIDS for a finite amount of money. This year's natural resurgence will surely see the global warmists, led by celebrity warmist, Gore, compete viscously for those US Taxpayers' hard-earned dollars. And I'm betting that the really important disease, cancer, loses to Glo-bullshit Warming and AIDS. Dammit.

F*ck all the "Glo-bullshit Warming Alarmists"! I say, FUCK-THEM-UP, and cleanse the planet, if they try to physically-intimidate and hurt anyone! I will; count on it! "Get in my face", assholes, and that'll be your last day on this Earth! If there are any "dissenting scientists" out there, who need protection, just get in-touch with me, and I'll guard you & yours. You can count upon that, folks!

Have you taken "The Global Warming Test"? If you have a sentient, functioning brain, and a simple knowledge of "the facts", you'll easily get a 10-of-10, as I did. Go ahead, and give it a try!

Read this article and pick-out "The WWF's Big Lie". If you chose this paragraph — "Summer sea ice is now forecasted to completely disappear in the summer months sometime between 2013 and 2040 — something which hasn't happened for over a million years." — you'd be right. There isn't, and never has been and ice on the earth dated at a million years old, and who the hell was around back then to begin recording it? The lying sacks-of-shit at the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) are typical lowlife, left-wing wacko scumbags, in-bed with the "Glo-Bull Warming" Crap, of asshole AlGoreBore and his phony, money-making scam. The oldest, and not reliably-dated ice cores are >160,000 years, and those are shaky in fact, at best. So where did the lying WWF pull the million year crap from? Their asses, of course!

Shit-for-brains, mentally-ill, fat, bloated liar, AlGoreBore's (LOWLIFE-TN) "ally", in NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS), which is run by AlGoreBore's chief scientific ally/"asshole/butt-buddy"— Dr James "Moron-Cretin-Asshole" Hansen (DIRTBAG-NASA) — and is one of four bodies responsible for monitoring global temperatures, announced that "last month was the hottest October on record". Total, factual bullshit and lies. This was startling. Across the world there were reports of unseasonal snow and plummeting temperatures last month, from the American Great Plains to China, and from the Alps to New Zealand. China's official news agency reported that Tibet had suffered its "worst snowstorm ever". In the US, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration registered 63 local snowfall records and 115 lowest-ever temperatures for the month, and ranked it as only the 70th-warmest October in 114 years. So what explained the anomaly? GISS's computerized temperature maps seemed to show readings across a large part of Russia had been up to 10 degrees higher than normal. But when expert readers of the two leading warming-skeptic blogs, Watts Up With That and Climate Audit, began detailed analysis of the GISS data they made an astonishing discovery. The reason for the freak figures was that scores of temperature records from Russia and elsewhere were not based on October readings at all. Figures from the previous month had simply been carried over and repeated two months running. Read this article, and find out why both lying, corrupt, criminal, subhuman idiots, GoreBore & Hansen, should be stood against a wall, and shot, IMO. In fact, the pathetically-socialist, left-wing UK, has just begun to awaken to what the "Climate Change Bill" will do to destroy their nation, or what's left of it. IMO, it's probably too late now to save the UK, but at least some of the more Conservative people over there, will at least get the chance to flee to America (or elsewhere), before we also "go down the proverbial dumper", as they've done. Heh.

On Friday, January 2nd, I ran a fully-attributed story in my weekly "Journal", which had links to other stories and facts, thoroughly-debunking AlGoreBore's trillion dollar scam and fraud, Global Warming". The Daily Telegraph UK's columnist, Christopher Booker, was the erudite author, and here is the link to that story. Nice job, Mr Booker!

Now, lowlife shit-for-brains dirtbag, Arkansas Gov Mike "DumbAss Turd-Boy" Beebe (ASSHOLE-AR), said that global warming is serious problem, not a "hoax," and requires more than a state response. "I think it's a threat, and I think global warming is occurring," Beebe-The-Shithead said in response to a caller to his statewide radio program who said he believed the climate change crisis was a "hoax." Idiot. Stupid idiot. Global warming is bullshit, you two-bit asshole! Crawl back inside of AlGoreBore's rectum, dumbfuck!

And global cooling goes merrily along, without any help from us mere humans, as it has for millions and millions of years.

Another "lie/error" in the favor of Glo-BULL Warming's false bullshit and lies? Got duct tape?

Some People Just Need Killing.™

It's not my intention to be the judge here — that's God's "job" — but rather to "hasten the meeting" so that He can send the following subhuman filth to the "Fires of Hell", "River or Lake of Sulphur", or whatever He deems appropriate. I'd gladly/happily volunteer, at no cost to any of my Hard-Working, Fellow US Taxpayers, to gladly/gleefully/happily headshoot these murderous, lowlife dirtbags of all stripes — their skin-color doesn't matter to me, at all — and rid American Society's innocents (especially our precious children and the frail, defenseless elderly) of them, once-and-for-all. And yes, I'd rather see one innocent man convicted and executed, than 10 murderers/robbers/child rapists-murderers freed, to rob, rape and murder again. Hey; call me an "Old Fashioned Conservative"! Too harsh? Nah. Just RIGHT!

A former Salvation Army youth volunteer awaiting trial on charges of child molestation tried to arrange to have the witnesses and other people in the case killed, prosecutor said. Conspiracy to commit murder charges were filed Thursday against Jonathan Hartman, 30. The lowlife, subhuman Hartman needs killing.

Pimp That Snack.

It's hard out here for a snack. Just as the KitKat, the Toblerone, or the M&M thinks it's making it, along comes Pimp That Snack, flashing "The Mother of all KitKats," "The Everest Toblerone," and an M&M 1,000 times the size of those puny things you find at the corner store. Each entry in this catalog of fabulousness boasts meticulous recipes, detailed photographs, and from-the-stove accounts of how each confection was cooked up—and came out so colossally huge. The gallery displays lavish color portraits of tricked-out sweets, and the most popular list may lead you down the path of no return. My story? Once I caught sight of the Monster Jammie Dodger and the King of Rolos, I was intrigued. But it was the Pop-tart the size of a cookie sheet that hooked me for good. Burp.

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