Friday, April 15, 2016

April 14, 2016
53 years ago I was a lay missionary, construction worker, and coach in Huejutla, Mexico.
 I learned how to thread a pipe because I quickly tired of carrying buckets of water up a hill, buckets that have gotten bigger with the years passing and the hill getting steeper, like a Chinaman wearing a yoke. I helped to build a 6 bed clinic where I learned that nobody, but nobody, works as hard as a Mexican. I painted a jail, I coached volleyball, and I learned to love la cerveza Mexicana, particularly in the saloon where the fight scene in “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” was filmed. I spent several seconds in a ring with a 6 month old toro that convinced me that Hemingway was right about all that.
 And I saw a 5 month old child die of malaria.
The first big, count to 34, that the Luddite, eco-Nazi, antinomianalistic poltroons won was the banning of DDT. Guilt ridden 1%ers, entirely Caucasian, believed Rachel Carson, as false a prophet as can be found in the 20th century – When the dust settles and “The Gods of the Copybook Headings” put pen to paper on the list of serial killers her name will rival Hitler and Stalin -  a woman who disdained 25 centuries of reasoned discourse, the scientific method, and a healthy skepticism that contributed to getting us out of the caves of ignorance was the Madame Barnum who led us to substitute  feelings for thought and ideas.
Once that fight had been won the rest was easy.
DDT was good because it killed the mosquito that carried malaria. It became bad because maybe it wasn’t good for Peregrine falcons. It was banned in this country during the Nixon administration. Worse, not satisfied with making it verboten here, its export, even under license, was banned.
Fast forward to 2,000,000 sub-Saharan babies, none of whom is remotely Caucasian, dying each year from malaria.
It is a fundamental error of Logic to conflate causation and correlation. Also, a universal cannot be constructed from a particular no matter how many there are. I mention this because what is sauce for the goose is, indeed, sauce for the gander. Using the tu qouque style of Sophistry, one that says absence of proof against can become evidence of proof for - Atlantis? ET? ALAR? The Bermuda Triangle? Nessie? Sasquatch? YK2000? Bambi? – the genocide caused by banning DDT is incalculable. All those dead babies so 1st Worlders can feel good about themselves. Madness. Lunacy.
Come now the Zika carrying mosquito to America.
In a bow to old wives’ tales I am never without a bottle of Schweppes Tonic. It may or may not work against malaria but it works superbly well with Tanqueray, lime, ice, and good friends with whom it can shared.
I suggest that the first time a White woman delivers an otherwise healthy baby save for its thimble sized head there will be a national lynch mob formed to kill all Peregrine falcons forthwith.
I hope there are contingency plans to cover the swamp West of Saw Grass Mall and North and South of Alligator Alley with at least 12 inches of DDT. I understand that it is bad for pythons so that just becomes another plus
When they come, hand held cans filled with environmentally sensitive organic gluten free flit ain’t going to cut it.
The last temperature of the dead bebe was 108 degrees. Its stomach was so distended from dehydration that it took a while to determine its sex. I don’t know where she was buried.
Let freedom ring? Of course.
Let reason rule.
AFTER ALL, IT’S FOR THE CHILDREN, ISN’T IT?



KEVIN SMITH
WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET



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