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10 March 2016

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William R. Cumming

There is a huge business in forged credentials so perhaps this would assist in reducing that trade by making more difficult with biometrics. There might well be discrimination by some employers in favor of citizens (those with no cards].

But those with cards could be verified like under the old NAC system. Having such a ID card could be presumptive of being registered and not illegal but legally resident. No more green cards now often falsified.

The operating presumption now is that you are legal unless proved illegal but great difficulty doing so by an employer.

William R. Cumming

I agree with you P.L.! But as almost always {Ross Perot's Predictions on NAFTA e.g.] the Chinese began to seriously under cut wages paid in the Mexican economy about the time of ratification of NAFTA by Congress [Senate].

Average Mexican wage then about $1.45/hour. Average Chines wage about $0.45/hour. It is huge transportation costs for transporting goods from Asia now that may be restoring somewhat Mexican/U.S. manufacturing.

William R. Cumming

IMO my comments somewhat confusing so let's get back to basics for the Presidential campaign if not for other reasons.

First, my reading of the U.S. Constitution [and of course Bill of Rights] was to announce to the world in part the arrival of a new Nation-State in the Western Hemisphere.

Second, you cannot be considered a nation-state if you cannot determine who is or can become a citizen or determine who exactly resides in you nation-state and the borders are administered in such a way as to help make those determinations.

Third it should not be the business of business or the States and their local governments to determine who is a citizen and who residing in the U.S.A. is not a citizen. Delegation of enforcement of determinations of citizenship to business or the States and their local government law enforcement is tantamount to amnesty.

Fourth, so time to fess up USA and at the federal level fund a develop a WHO IS A CITIZEN program.

Fifth, each candidate should be specifically asked the following question/:

Is the determination of citizen an exclusive responsibility of the federal government and should be so funded?

If the answer by any is NO then IMO they support amnesty! If they say no then the DoJ should seek a Declaratory Judgment under the Declaratory Judgment Act that only the federal government can create citizenship and how or when? SCOTUS can provide the answer and the limits as to federal discretion that can be delegated to others. I argue NO delegation under the present language of the U.S. Constitution.

And again emphasize I am increasingly worried that while perhaps creaky division of the world into nation-states now under attack from many including the US.

And the most powerful protectors of the nation-state system are their armed Forces when in uniform and subject to various international conventions such as those concerning P.O.W.s.

Others welcome to share their thoughts!~

Tidewater

Tidewater to All,

I think the border with Mexico will sooner than later be militarized. It is going to have to be controlled. A tsunami of people is going to be moving north.

Please consider the following excerpts and information. It is taken from "Climate Change in Central and South America...." by Jose A. Marengo, et al. CGIAR.

"The Andean agro-ecosystems have been declared one of the most vulnerable systems in the world... The cultivation of beans and potatoes, therefore, are probably the two most important crops of the Andes and a large number of rural populations depend on the income from these crops..." "Temperatures above 24 degrees C during the stages of flowering and grain formation have negative effects on yield. The bean crop is highly sensitive to deficiencies or water excesses, especially during the flowering phase. Lack of soil moisture is critical in the sub-period between the beginning of flowering and the physiological maturity, where the water requirement is high."

Further: "The bean crop originated in the Americas, where CA, southern Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, and Costa Rica are the main producers, followed by the high mountainous areas of Ecuador, Peru and Bolivia."

I assume most here have heard of San Miguel de Allende. It is in the Heartland of Mexico, where there is a high central plateau some 6500 feet above sea level. About twenty per cent of the population are expatriates. Beginning in the 1500's, when the largest silver mine in the world was opened up at nearby Guanajuato, about an hour's drive west, the Heartland became rich, and the architecture still shows it. Guanajuato and San Miguel de Allende are said to be "magical" cities. (Magic having drifted into the conversation recently.)

But what about BEANS? Si! "Guanajuato, located in Mexico at 21 degrees 10' north and about 2,100 m altitude with rainy summers and mild temperatures around 20 degrees Centigrade presents an ideal climatic condition to vegetation and bean production. The bean crop can be considered one of the most demanding crops in terms of climatic conditions." [To me, that is a surprise.]"However, as its cycle is very short (about three months), the choice of the period or season of the year is very favorable to cultivation. The monthly average temperature of 21 degrees Centigrade during the growing season can be considered ideal. From sowing to maturity of the pods, it is important that beans do not encounter water stress."

And the potato? -- "...temperatures below 10 degrees C and above 30 degrees C inhibit the development of the tuber, while a good growth occurs when the average temperature rests between 18 degrees C and 20 degrees C. The most productive crops are found in regions where low temperatures prevail."

Roy Spencer is the arch climate change denier of them all. He has written a book called "Climate Confusion: How global warming hysteria leads to bad science, pandering politicians and misguided policies that hurt the poor."

He has a blog. The headline for one of his most recent essays is: "UAH V6 Global Temperature Update for Feb. 2016: +0.83 deg. C (new record)."

He comments: "In addition to the expected tropical warmth, scattered regional warmth outside the tropics led to a record warm value for extratropical Northern Hemisphere land areas, with a whopping +1.46 C anomaly in February...fully 0.5 deg. C aove any previous monthly anomaly (!)"

He is the one who added the exclamation point. Not I.

He is one of those who for a long time now has been saying things like: "For some reason it stopped warming in the last ten years, which is one of those dirty little secrets of global warming science." (22 March 20012.) Or: "The troposphere is ignoring your SUV." (30 October 2011.)

Now he says this: "As a sanity check on the latest data..." He referred to other blogs such as Ryan Maue at WeatherBell.com. The figures were confirmed. [See Eric Holthaus at Slate.]

A SANITY CHECK?

That happened to me once. This was years ago. I had been given an acre of so of land on a bluff fifty feet or so above the Rappahannock River, at the mouth, where the river is three miles wide. Apparently finessing the Corps of Engineers and their aerial photography, my father had put in bulkheads and some jetties on a long stretch of river-front. Over twenty years the beach had built up.

In the winter, when the ground on the bluff's edge above froze, several times big trucks came in from places like Warsaw full of stone. If plywood sheets were put on top of the bulkkheads you could protect them from an avalanche of small boulders that were dumped as near to the edge as possible. When I came back here from distant climes I would work on my little section of beach. I would find the stray boulders and gather everything together and then wade out and place them carefully against and ultimately on top of the wooden bulkheads. I liked the work. And there was a real sense of progress. I used to take our beloved companions, a lab and a brindled Chesapeake bay retriever my brother had named after me along the waterfront on jogs. We'd go splashing along the eroded cliff route for fun, over fallen trees, with sheer orangish clay cliffs rising above. Then we'd break out down at Mosquito Point and get serious about the pace. We'd come back covered with sand and soaking wet, do this in the winter even, on a warmish day, though I would learn that you are rolling the dice then. They'd watch and watch me in the early afternoon, and when I reached for the jogging shoes they would levitate with joy. I'm serious. Bessie, a big affectionate old yellow lab, would float in the air. Once we came around a curve and beyond an enormous fallen tree there was a big blue heron. This was something new to me. Face to face with a blue heron will give you pause. He seemed to be about five feet tall. The beak seemed about two feet. I backed off, feared for my dogs and went for a near fossilized tree limb. Up till then that bird was actually thinking about holding its ground! Then it lifted off. True story: Bachman, in Charleston, had a crippled blue heron that speared his sleeping cat out on the piazza through the ballisters.

One day there was a front coming through. I watched the miles of river beyond the bridge darkening towards black. There is nothing to me quite like a Rappahannock or Piankatank squall, particularly the summer squalls. (James Jackson Kilpatrick once wrote a very nice essay in the News Leader about a summer squall, after he went through one in Richmond.) This one was a real storm. I had worked all afternoon and had had a few beers contemplating for some reason what had been accomplished over the years. Not only was there a beach out about ten or more feet from the bluffs where the bulkhead was, the sand had actually grown up to such a height at the jetties that it was flowing over. It had become a very charming, private little spot, hard up against our neighbor's property where there was a little point and where they had pushed the bank down by many feet and planted one or two large willows safely above the water. This mysteriously defined one end of my beach. Of course, they didn't seem to have much beach, since I had gotten a lot of that. (Over at Fishing Bay that is perfectly fair play, by the way. Not that anyone uses the beach much; the place is about boats. Children just use the beach that got the sand.) On a summer's day it was cool and a little shaded in the shallows there.

When the lightning started, I went up, making sure not to be carrying any tools up top, since at that point you are in effect as high as a tree, though, of course, there were tall pines up there. Once, not far out front, lightning had struck near or on an oyster boat, surely attracted by the tongs. It knocked one of the watermen out of the boat.

It came on to blow all night long. I listened to it and drank beer and read. Dogs with me, of course. I was in the guest house. Maybe there was a fire. There was a good fireplace. Everyone muy contento. It may have been a two-day storm. Don't remember. I am afraid I had a bit of a hangover when I went back down there after it blew itself out.

I took a look at my jetties. I thought I had entered some sort of time warp. It was looking like it looked twenty years before. The beach was still there, pretty much. But the sand built up against the jetties was all gone. That was perhaps two and one half feet of sand against and between three jetties; it had to be quite a few tons of sand. I had not seen the base of the jetties in years.I absolutely knew I would work off the way I felt over the afternoon; and then there could be another run and more beer. I would need to go into the water at the end of work to recover some of those boulders that hadn't gone off over into the deeper water, which was pretty close to the shore. So it was OK, wasn't it? It wasn't starting over exactly. That's why the jetties were there. Back to work.

But for one millisecond looking at that beach --I thought I must have gone mad.


Bill Herschel

179 comments. Here's 180. I have stood in the back of the hall while my wife went through immigration at Kennedy airport, not knowing exactly what I would do if she was turned back. She got through, because her visa was valid. At no time did it even faintly cross my mind that she could be allowed to stay in the United States illegally.

Illegal immigrants have been compared with African-Americans. If I remember correctly, they did not choose to come to the United States.

This is just one more example of a tiny clique attempting to subvert democracy in the United States. If you are in this country illegally, you should be deported. Period.

Fred

WRC,

There were similar laws throughout the areas of Spanish colonization in Central and Southern America.

William R. Cumming

Stingray Point and Windmill Point at mouth of the Rappahannock River-post Hurricane Isabel [August 2003] no bluffs?

William R. Cumming

My understanding is that Wall Street "helped" Mexico "privatize" its Social Security system. Result is few Mexicans receive Mexican Social Security benefits. Is this accurate?

But huge numbers of U.S. Social Security benefits paid out to Mexican banks and other banks in Mexico. Assume all beneficiaries "living" in Mexico paid U.S. payroll taxes and thus qualified for SS. My understanding also is that the SSA has almost no funds for enforcement as to validation of payments beyond IRS records. Some may be long dead. Is this accurate?

Disclosure: I am full setoff as a CRS federal retiree! I redeposited to CRS for the 2 years, 10 months, 4 days and 7 hours on active duty all post 1957 when the U.S. Armed Forces went under SS. No refund from SS for amounts deducted while on active duty.

LeaNder

not quite maybe? "Businesspeople" may not only exploit illegal foreigners, but one way or another US citizen. Far fetched?

The illegals have to buy products so they support in their own limited ways the larger system via indirect taxes. Just as the business people pay taxes for their enterprise. At least that would be so in my country. Considering on that level no experts may be able to help to avoid taxes.

"Motel 6"?

Over here on one of the channels of our public TV universe, they had a documentary looking into money transfers back home on US ground. I could imagine this may not be only angle that may matter.

LeaNder

WRC,

[1967]??? via Pocahantas?

Can you help me out on the legal history?

Tidewater

Tidewater to William R. Cumming,

Thanks for your comment. And I find it interesting. I have not been out there in many years. I have family in the White Stone area so I think I will find out about Wind Mill and Stingray Points, how things are there now. I always regarded them as being low lying areas and can imagine that they took a hit from the Chesapeake hurricane waves, maybe an extremely high tide or even a storm surge.

Where my land was the bluffs were so high a lot of people including my late brother wanted them cut down as much as possible so they could get more view. :) Actually, I doubt much happened to those bluffs on the Lancaster shore between Mosquito Point and where the bridge comes in at White Stone. But I'm curious. I have started to kind of miss the Bay.

However, I have a dock to work on soon enough down at my Gullah island, so no need for looking back. I didn't know that SC coastal waters had teredo worms. They ate through a couple of large pilings on a dock I built in 2003! Now the dock is cantilevered. Good thing I always do the amateur thing and overbuild. Further surprises from Mother Gaia.

Back on topic. So what if there is a Climate Catastrophe beginning to be very evident in ten years? The Emergency plain for all to see. Now suddenly here. What I think is that biometric sophisticated identification cards are a great idea for non-citizens, be enforced by federal agents, but first... Checkpoint Carlito!

William R. Cumming

SCOTUS rule miscegenation statutes UnConstitutional in 1967! Pocahantas [who is alleged to have saved Captain John Smith from the headsman axe] later married Sir John Rolfe who later became an English Lord after he had married Pocohantas. It all involved Virginia Colony settled 1607 [Jamestown Settlement].

William R. Cumming

Bluffs still on one-side of Bridge at Whitestone. Most of coastal S.C. flooded in 1880s with perhaps 10K drowned mainly Gullahs.

Tidewater

Tidewater to William R. Cumming and All,

Over the years I've tried to figure out what happened during the hurricane of 1893 in the general area of where I am, back on my "creek"--it's actually a kind of an ocean inlet some four miles long. Yes, it is estimated that at least three to five thousand Gullahs definitely died in this one storm, or died of hunger, thirst and disease--malaria?-- after the storm. Noone actually knows! Perhaps it was as many as ten thousand. It took several days for the word to get out. I think the station-master in Beaufort went inland to some place like Pocotaligo and hopped on the freight train up to Columbia. The news was telegraphed from there. It is a sad fact that the nation did very little for those who survived.

What I think is fascinating is that to this day noone has really pulled it all together. I have a number of books on the subject and have been in the very likeable and impressive South Caroliniana library at USC. During the Depression, the Federal Government funded a series of books under the aegis of the Works Progress Administration to give a few writers some employment. They really came though! The WPA Guide books to Virginia and South Carolina are considered classics. In the low country the writers went out and interviewed blacks who had lived through slavery, or who had known life on the sea islands before bridges were built, and who had been through many hurricanes. I think some of the more recent writers now tend to stick to their own bailiwicks a little too much--these sea islands are sort of different places!-- and Beaufort area is strong on the 1893 storm (Marcher) but they slack off on other islands. :)

My island is relatively high, but it must have been mostly underwater. I found one narrative where a thirteen or fourteen year old Gullah kid was caught in the storm surge about a mile or two from where I am at. He identified the plantation and the nearby store. This is at least four miles inland from the beach. He waded a good distance through water that suddenly rose from his ankles up to his chest with that shocking sudden arrival that a storm surge has, before he got to a house, so I imagine the water--the ocean, in fact-- rose at least to six feet near me. Maybe that is optimistic. And immediately began to run off after the tide turned.

There is one thing that the waterway traveller immediately notices when he comes down the ICW into South Carolina--the tides! This is a world of five to six foot tides, around the clock. You need to use spring lines. If you are right by the water you start to notice. The beautiful intransitu of transient things. Of sunny, blue-sky, gurgling, pluffmuddy, spartina kind of transient things....

Something like that. ;)

I read one white man's account of after the hurricane. He took his boat out to look around. He came to an area out in the marsh where he saw a lot of birds. He found a shoal of some four, five hundred bodies. Tide was going out. So he thought, I'll say a prayer for them, and then they can just go on out with the tide.'

[DIGRESSION: I have a theory that it is tricky and dangerous for you on a sea island if you are seriously ill and on your sickbed and it gets to be about the hour of, say, four a.m., when the tide turns and starts to run. Gotta' remind yourself to keep a grip on the trumphet bad post. Just keep repeating: 'Too soon. Too soon.' END DIGRESSION.]

He came back a little later and the bodies had indeed gone out with the tide. So next day he goes back out into the marsh again. Maybe he was taking water and food to some desperate little pinpoint community. From a distance he knew that this was not swamp miasma and the shoal had come back in. He forced himself to go for another look. Things were getting a little worse all around, every day. So he thought, "Well, they'll surely go out with the tide today." He could see the whole thing moving out eastward towards the ocean with the current. Faster and faster. He rowed home. Next day he woke up realizing he needed to go back out there again.

They were back.

But then one day they didn't come back in at high tide. They were gone.

That pretty much ends the story as we have it.

Now if he had seen a white girl floating in the shoal--and you can still tell even at that point--and he had rowed over and looked down into the face of the love of his life who had broken his heart at the St. Cecilia thirty years before-- that is exactly when you really need to realize that you probably have got the Plat-Eye.

But they never do. (See "The Half Pint Flask." Dubose Heyward.)

And I might add that nobody wants to be a character in a story by Ambrose Bierce either.

I have just been reading into "Mother of Storms" by John Barnes. We could very well be moving into a new age of mega-hurricanes. Like breeder reactors--these will be hurricanes that spin off hurricanes. The whole thing keeps right on rolling back and forth like an old Toro lawnmower. (Not that they need to spin-off; others can just pop-up, two three, more, as was happening some twenty years ago with Storm Team II and their doppler radar.) Barnes presents the reader with a hurricane that has winds of 300 plus mph in the wall of the eye. (Does it grow to the speed of sound?)

Of course "Mother of Storms" is a great rampaging tour de force, to use appropriate reviewerese. The final chapters are about the actual physical merging of human intelligence with artificial (computer) intelligence, which I suspect some on board will find intriguing. That was not what was interesting to me when I ordered it. I have heard of plain old 'hydrogen and carbon' kind of science guys. For me, "Gim'me dat old time Methane. Dat old time Methane...It's good enough for me."

Barnes outdoes Shakova with his initial dose, or should I say "burp": 176 billion metric tons of methane. This is a promising start. But then he loses track of his original thesis and gets off into the kind of horrid things virtual reality will metamorphize stuff into by 2028, including sex. One will have been born too soon for Mary Anne Waterhouse as Synthia Venture on XV. Or for XV correspondent and investigator Starla who unexpectedly finds herself the lead figure in a "murder while plugged in" --an advanced kind of candid camera which is participated in erotically by seventy million people.

But every now and then Barnes remembers his premise and recovers, intoning: The methane was always there. WAITING..."

Funny about that. This is something that never actually occurred to me for most of my life.

So all along, that was the real reality?

And Barnes got this published in 1992 at about the time when Semiletov, having made more than 20 research expeditions in various climes, began to concentrate on the East Siberian Arctic Shelf. He had seen no real problems with the Methane up into the early nineties. As a matter of fact, he hadn't even met Shakova!

On 7 September 2015, Natalia Shakhova, Igor Semiletov, Valentin Sergienko, Leopold Lobkovsky, Vladimir Yusupov (did his great uncle whack Rasputin?!), Anatoly Salyuk, Alexander Salomatin, Denis Chernykh, Denis Kosmach, Gleb Panteleev, Dmitry Nicolsky, Vladimir Samarkin, Samantha Joye, Alexander Charkin, Oleg Dudarev, Alexander Meluzov and Orjan Gustafsson (who has been runnking the Swedish icebreaker Oden team) presented a paper before the Royal Society, which has been published in its Philosophical Transactions. ("The East Siberian Arctic Shelf: towards further assessment of permafrost-related methane fluxes and role of sea ice." It really looks great.

Semiletov and Shakova were being ignored and shunned by the Royal Society and most of the Western scientific establishment just a few years ago. That was the word that was going around. It was widely published. Charlatans!

So now they are back and they are back in force!

Is this progress? Or is it the end of the world?

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