We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I like the story about the tide gauge mounted to the patch of reclaimed, subsiding land. Last year Yankee Magazine ran an issue devoted to the issue of Climate Change. "New England was built upon the coast. Its fate will depend upon how well we adapt to a future that can no longer be ignored" . The whole article was similarly lurid and addle-pated, calling for such things as six-foot sea level increases by the end of the century. They interviewed experts who all came with solemnly furrowed brows at the tremendous burden of humanity's fate being rested on their shoulders in the face of this terrible unrecognized catastrophe. If only these mortals would listen.
Like every other doomsday doomsayer, one can only listen to so much palaver before tuning it out and thinking about more important things, like lunch. I spent the entire morning moving a few yards of earth to repair the slow erosion of topsoil in my backyard, due to our exceptionally wet spring. At the current rate of my progress, I'm beating the rising sea level. Of course sweat was involved, but you can do it too! And you don't even have to blame greenhouse gasses.