March 28, 2009

Now This is How to Celebrate the Earth and Mankind

Via TigerHawk comes this video from the Competitive Enterprise Institute's Human Achievement Hour. It's great and the screen is so big it has to go after the jump. But you won't be disappointed. Just the thing to start off, underscore, or end a Sunday.

Posted by Vanderleun at March 28, 2009 9:45 PM
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way cool van. I had all my lights on.

Posted by: Ashen at March 29, 2009 1:37 AM

Love this post and all the links. Last night, I turned on the lights, cooked dinner using the stovetop, microwave, and the oven, started several loads of laundry & the dishwasher, and had TVs & computers in use all over the house. Plus the furnace, it was snowing here in the midwest, global warming indeed. Looking outside at my corner of blue suburbia, however, several houses were completely dark, lit only by flickering candle light. Sigh.

For some reason I'm reminded of Dylan Thomas' poem, as others have noted the people behind 'Earth Hour' aren't just anti-tech, they are anti-existence.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.


Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377

Posted by: Boots at March 29, 2009 9:18 AM