Wordless Wednesday: First fruits

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  1. Roses and LilacsMay 26, 2010 at 1:50 PM

    I'll leave my comment on your latest post altho it is actually about the previous one. Interesting question. I agree that most Americans believe global warming is a problem but they either don't believe they can help or they just aren't inclined to inconvenience themselves. Best to deny and then they won't be expected to sell that gas guzzler or recycle trash.

    I think the hatred of Al Gore is just part of the new conservative movement. They hated Clinton too but he was harder to snipe at because he was pretty smart and savvy. Parrot Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly, the oracals of wisdom. Take responsibility for nothing and trash anyone with an education. They would love to join the Klan but they aren't sure where to sign up so they go to tea party rallys instead.
    Marnie

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  2. Dorothy BordersMay 26, 2010 at 3:01 PM

    Thanks for the comment, Roses and Lilacs (love that moniker!).

    I really do believe that much of the absolute refusal of certain sectors of the population to even consider the data regarding global warming is traceable to their own guilt and insecurities. They are like kids who stick their fingers in their ears, shut their eyes, and sing "Lalalalalala." They see no truth, hear no truth, and speak no truth.

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