That Darned Antarctic Ice

The true believers of global warming got some bad news recently. Namely, things are not so bad. Here’s the story.

They had predicted, often and repeatedly, that global warming would melt the ice in Antarctica. Melting Antarctic ice would be a disaster because it would flow into the oceans, making them rise like water in a bathtub with the faucet left on.

The skeptics were skeptical. For expressing their scientific skepticism, the believers name-called them “deniers,” took away their professorships and denied them government grants for their work.

The local “green guy” with the ski company in Aspen, which makes money by burning fossil fuels to drag people up a hill so that they can amuse themselves by sliding back down, purchased additional fossil fuel indulgences from the high priests by announcing that people who don’t chant the global warming mantra cannot be elected to public office anymore.

It turns out, however, that Continue reading

The Liberal Media Gets Crushed

Last month, we saw the World Series and another set of debates in the presidential election.

In the World Series, fair-minded umpires let the players play. They called balls and strikes the way they saw them. The best team won.

In the debates, the umpires cheated. Under the guise of moderators, they didn’t just call the balls and strikes — they delivered the pitches. They delivered pitch after pitch for the Democrats and called strike after strike against the Republicans.

And those pitches were not just any kind of pitch. Not confident of their ability to get fastballs past the Republican candidates, the moderators doctored the ball by smearing their questions with bias and smirk. They threw spitballs.

Their goal was not to ask hard policy questions that might inform viewers as to which GOP candidate would be the best president. It was to name-call them, mock them and strike them out.

In contrast, the moderators in the one Dem debate served up not spitballs but softballs, and invited the Dem candidates to participate in a home-run derby.

The moderators assumed they would get away with bending the rules because they always had.

And so in a scene right out of a Saturday Night Live skit, Continue reading

Memo to the Class Warfare Whiners: Grow Up!

“No fair! Bobby got more!” Anyone with siblings remembers that whine.

It didn’t matter what Bobby did to get more. The point was that Bobby should not get more of anything for any reason.

Fast forward 50 years. Here in Aspen, some people are angry that “Bobby got more” because he owns a downtown penthouse with a hot tub on the roof.

But in their fog of envy and rage, they’ve forgotten about the different choices that Bobby and his siblings made over the past half-century. Continue reading

Make School Year-Round

American students are lousy compared with students in many other industrialized countries. In a 2013 survey of 64 industrialized countries, American students ranked 30th in math, 23rd in science and 20th in reading.

Comically and sadly, however, American students themselves consistently rate themselves much higher than their foreign counterparts. The one subject where they excel is in self-esteem.

Some argue that the reason for our dismal performance is that we don’t pay teachers enough. But we do in fact pay teachers fairly well in comparison to those countries that are outperforming us. Moreover, the people making that argument also tend to argue that teachers are doing a great job.

So which is it? Are teachers already doing a great job? Or are they not doing a great job, but they would if only we paid them more? Continue reading

Moral Preening for Flea-Bag Hotels

News flash: Aspen has become an expensive place to visit.

We’re voting soon on whether the local government should try to fix that by mandating that Aspen be less expensive for certain visitors.

Here’s what it’s about.

Think back to the old days when we rode the lifts with working-class skiers from, say, Baltimore and Bolivia. Remember that?

Me neither.

But in any event, the local social engineers looking to engineer better Aspenites are tut-tutting that we’re poorer without the diversity (which we’re instructed to treasure) of those impoverished and nonexistent Baltimorean and Bolivian skiers who never came here and still don’t. If their absence doesn’t make you feel deprived, then you’re depraved.

Big problems like this call for big solutions, the tut-tutters say. Government ones.

Here’s their solution: government-mandated fleabag hotels. That phrase isn’t very melodic, so they call it “affordable lodging.” Continue reading

Real Greed, Graft, Grift and Grime

Amid soaring poll numbers for dishonesty and inauthenticity, Hillary Clinton announced last week, “I’m a real person.”

That’s good to know. As a “real person,” she is constitutionally qualified for public office, with or without that husband-ish guy who is sometimes in her vicinity (and often in others’ vicinities).

Personally, I never doubted that she is a real person. Indeed, I think she is very human. Here’s why:

First, the woman gives speeches at $250,000 a pop. You might wonder who would pay $4,166 a minute to hear Hillary talk.

Some of them are well-heeled investors, such as hedge-fund managers. Maybe those graduates of Harvard Business School are paying Hillary (a political science major) for investment advice. Or maybe they are buying influence with a person who could someday regulate their business.

Some who pay the price to endure her speeches are part of the Dem establishment who want to support her with other people’s money. For example, colleges pay her $4,166 a minute in tuition money to rail against the high cost of tuition.

Hillary is very good at making money this way. She raises avarice to an art form. From that, I can only conclude that she is a real person, not a machine, because machines aren’t greedy and don’t do art.

But let’s move past her humdrum human greed. There’s so much more to Hillary than that.

Like graft. When the husband-ish guy occasionally in her vicinity was governor of Arkansas back in the 1970s, there was a big company that was regulated by the state. She gave the company $1,000 to invest in the cattle-futures market. In a matter of months, the company spun her $1,000 into — sit down for this — $100,000.

Hillary might not have learned much about commodity trading in her political science classes. But she certainly learned about political science.

Hillary explained that she did not earn this money the political old-fashioned way, as a bribe. No, she earned it the newfangled modern way — with the commodity-trading acumen she picked up as a reader of the Wall Street Journal.

Uh-huh.

Let’s not leave out grift. When Hillary was secretary of state, the rakish husband-ish person was raking in more for a speech than she ever did. He was scoring half a million dollars a pop.

The people paying him that $8,332 a minute were not just rich investors and poor students. They also included foreign governments such as the governments of Kuwait and Qatar.

Given the Paleolithic misogyny of some of those governments, maybe they were paying millions for the hilarity of stories about an exploited young White House intern in a blue dress. Or maybe it was connected to the approvals they were getting from Hillary’s State Department at the time.

We might never know. Congress asked Hillary for the emails that might have told us but, in response, she deleted 30,000 of them.

The FBI reports that it might be able to recover those emails. If not, maybe we can still get copies from the Russians and Chinese who hacked into her unprotected system. Or maybe they’ll just keep them until they need to blackmail her.

That blue dress beckons us to yet another very real and human aspect of Hillary: the grime.

What used to be called a “smoking gun” is now called a “stained dress.” Until that dress showed up, grimy and stained with identifiable DNA of a certain not-so-husband-ish person in the vicinity, Hillary blamed the peccadilloes of which such person was rumored (not to mention the rapes of which he was accused) on a “vast right-wing conspiracy.”

In her own private war on women, she publicly name-called his victims “narcissistic loony tunes,” “trailer trash,” “bimbos” and “sluts.” After the grimy dress came out of the closet, she finally went quiet for a while.

Now she’s talking again — about living in the White House again. Maybe she’ll bring back the furniture she took when she moved out last time.

Yes, indeed, Hillary is a real person — even though she says she is. She’s a real person, all right, just not a good one.

If you’re a Democrat, then you might ask — as Hillary herself did when a congressional committee wanted to know how our ambassador to Libya was murdered while his pleas for help were ignored by her office — “What difference does it make?”

When Vice President Joe Biden enters the race this fall, we’ll find out.

(Published Sept. 27, 2015 in the Aspen Times.)

Glenwood Can’t Afford “Affordable Housing”

Upvalley in the People’s Republic of Aspen, they have an “affordable housing” program. The theory is that some people should pay for the housing of other people.

The program is implemented in two ways. In the first, the city uses taxpayer money to buy or develop housing units. So the city is in the residential real estate business. The units of course lose money hand over fist, and require constant cash infusions because they charge rent that is far less than necessary to cover the purchase and development costs. That’s what it means to be subsidized, after all.

The second way is that the city coerces private developers into building affordable housing units as part of their developments. It does this in a crude but effective way: It conditions the building permit on the inclusion of affordable housing units where the rental rates are controlled by a city bureaucracy.

This, too, is in effect a taxpayer subsidy. The developers incur bigger expenses in developing housing in order to include the mandated affordable units. They have no alternative but to pass those bigger expenses on to the buyers of the other units, or else operate their development business at a loss. There’s no free lunch.

The program is fraught with practical problems. For one thing Continue reading

Fetal Positions

phototake_photo_of_12_week_fetusPlanned Parenthood was recently the subject of a series of undercover videos about selling fetus parts.

It casually conducted some of its negotiations above specimen trays of aborted fetuses. In one video, an employee in a cocktail lounge sipped wine and joked that she wanted Planned Parenthood to make enough money from selling fetus parts to buy a Lamborghini. In another, a former employee described an aborted fetus whose heart was still beating before its brain was extracted through its face and sold.

We naturally turn away from the gruesome videos. But they do raise an important question that we should not turn away from.

The question is: What is a fetus? It’s a hard question that involves science, logic and morality. It concludes with a delicate balance of interests.

Before going further, I’ll stipulate that I have never been pregnant and never will be. Continue reading

But Cancer Doesn’t Have Me

“I have cancer,” was the title of my column last winter. It’s cancer of the prostate gland, an obscure, walnut-size gland in the male anatomy.

Prostate cancer is about as common as breast cancer. It’s a leading cancer killer among American men, second only to lung cancer.

It kills by spreading, typically to the bones, liver and lungs. Bones ache and break, the liver shuts down, and the lungs fill with fluid and blood.

If caught sufficiently early, however, the cancerous gland can be surgically removed in a five-hour operation. The anesthetized patient is strapped into an operating table 45 degrees upside down so that gravity pulls his guts away from the prostate gland deep in his lower abdomen. Half a dozen incisions are made across his middle. With the help of a computerized robot, the surgeon dodges intestines, nerves and blood vessels to access, cut free and extract the scoundrel.

The surgery often results in side effects such as incontinence and sexual dysfunction. An alternative treatment is to kill the gland with a radiation regimen, but that tends to produce the same side effects.

Another approach is to just carefully monitor the cancer. The growth of prostate cancer is usually (but not always) slow. Patients often live for years or even decades.

They call this “watch and wait.” What they’re watching and waiting for is to see if the cancer is spreading quickly enough to kill the man before something else does anyway.

Watch and wait didn’t fit my cancer profile. It was already Continue reading