UA residents need to stop breathing

We're emitting too much carbon dioxide. But we're ahead of the game--we are the first central Ohio city to get a "carbon footprint." (Upper Arlington Magazine, January/ February 2009, p. 20) Breathing map by tonnes while you watch. Here's a word from the Lord on this topic, that all greenies, tree huggers and Algorends need to heed: We are to take care of the earth--that's one of the earliest contracts with God who made it, but we don't control the climate. That's above our pay grade.

The global warmists have switched to using the term "climate change," especially as we are freezing our buns off here in the midwest and east coast, as if there had never been a cold or hot day in the 1930s or 1950s, nor an earthquake rumbling through central Illinois, or a tsunami that came before TV coverage. If it doesn't warm up a bit by next Tuesday (Obamaday), I'm sure it will be blamed on George Bush. We in the 21st century are so terribly self-centered we think the entire globe must always be as it has been since the 1800s, and never as it was in 1000 or 1500, or 500 B.C. And just in the nick of time, too, because here comes the third world millions wanting our lifestyle--electricity, automobilies, air conditioning, computers! And while lefties in our government play footsie with Kyoto, Europe continues to build coal fired plants--take that Ohio!

If reading God's word bothers your sensibilities, step outside on a clear night and look up--at the billions of stars above, and get a whiff of humility.

God's voice thunders in marvelous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding.
He says to the snow, "fall on the earth,"
and to the rain shower, "Be a mighty downpour."
So that all men he has made may know his work,
he stops every man from his labor.
The animals take cover;
they remain in their dens.
The tempest comes out from its chamber,
the cold from the driving winds.
The breath of God produces ice,
and the broad waters become frozen.
He loads the clouds with moisture;
he scatters his lightning through them.
At his direction they swirl around
over the face of the whole earth
to do whatever he commands them.
He brings the clouds to punish men,
or to water his earth and show his love. . .

You who swelter in your clothes
when the land lies hushed under the south wind,
can you join him in spreading out the skies,
hard as a mirror of cast bronze?
Job 37: 3-13, 17-18