Tree Sap flows best when the climate changes. Cold nights, warmer days. Springtime. Late winter. Without these changes, each and every day, not enough sap, and no syrup. So, pardon my amusement by a pair of headlines that popped simultaneously about how Climate Change is impacting Maple Syrup in New Hampshire.
WMUR has a story here titled, Climate change causes problems for NH maple producers. Can you guess what that’s about from the title?
Then there’s this gem over at SeacoastOnline. It’s about “food industries in peril” because of climate change. And there’s a consensus (that word again) from a panel convened for the purpose of what? To blame whatever it is on climate change.
The panel was attended by U.S. Sen. Jeanne Shaheen, D-N.H., and U.S. Rep. Chris Pappas, D-N.H., and hosted by the League of Conservation Voters, New Hampshire Sierra Club, and Union of Concerned Scientists in partnership with the UNH Sustainability Institute.
A pack of wolves passing judgment on some chickens could be expected to produce a less predictable outcome.
As for me, I’m no expert on maple syrup. I am, however, a well-versed critic on the political theater of climate cultist enablers of perennial rent-seekers regarding Maple syrup (snowfall, foliage, tourism, etc.).
Every one of them is either clearing a path to money or funneling money to the candidates clearing the path. So, yes, there is an issue of sustainability. How long will taxpayers put up with this fraud?
And it is fraud.
A long healthy look at the history of our weather will convince you. S**t happens, and it started long before we discovered fossil fuels.
Just last year in what has become an annual reckoning I posted a table showing just how damn well the maple syrup making industry has been doing in New England. More taps and more syrup ever damn year. During which we had the end of a drought, a wicked-cold winter, and a warm winter.
Whatever mother nature throws at them, with or without regard to the potential political dynamics or it’s penchant for meddling, the spice flows.
It is almost as awkward as the words etched on the outside of the James A. Farley building at Eighth Avenue and 33d Street in Manhattan. The New York City Post Office.
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”
They are like, uh, no, that’s not us. We’re more like eventual express. When it absolutely, positively, has to get there eventually. And like any good leviathan government agency, eventually is subjective.
But that’s baked in because this year’s 2019 Annual Maple Syrup and Climate Pancake Breakfast like last years, and next, exists for but one purpose. Create a perception of a problem that the government must be asked to solve with your money that 1) does not exist and 2) the government could not solve if it did.
It’s a confidence scam, no matter which way you pour your syrup.
