An Aggravavor's Take on Global Warming

Scott Adams is the author of the Dilbert cartoon series. He also writes a daily blog where, as near as I can tell, he tries to instigate people into vehemently attacking or defending some point of view in an argument that cannot be resolved. The topics he presents are often thought-provoking, and he makes interesting (if inflammatory) arguments.

My guess is that this is one way he plumbs the public psyche for material – he can get a reasonable approximation of which topics generate the most emotional response. It would make the kind of television that I can’t bear to watch – people being goaded into espousing a position they haven’t fully considered, and then sticking to their guns as their argument is torn to shreds around them. But I can conveniently avoid that part of it by not delving into the comment strings.

“Aggravavor” is the term my kids use when one of their siblings is doing the psychological equivalent of poking them with a stick – as in “Daddy, Jack’s being an aggravavor. He won’t stop singing I want my mullet back.” Scott Adams is an aggravavor on his weblog.

But he’s an entertaining and sometimes informative aggravavor. I enjoyed his 3-part post on global warming, enough to share the links here:

FUD in the wild

FUD = Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt

It’s great bait when you’re trolling for AdSense revenue, because everybody wants to know when the sky is falling. And Microsoft Windows is such an easy target.

Take this article for instance (recently forwarded to me by a concerned friend): Hackers Use Windows Update to Download Malicious Code

Baloney, hogwash, and balderdash.

This is 100% spreading FUD. The headline is totally misleading – hackers are most definitely NOT using Windows Update to download malicious code – and the article even says so!

BITS is an auto-resuming, auto-throttling FTP client that is used by Windows Update (and other products) to send files over your network connection in the background – so your regular browsing & email is not impacted. It’s a very cool service.

Yes, hackers can use BITS. But first the Hacker has to have control of your machine. BITS is not a way in.

If a burglar breaks into your house through a window then goes and opens the garage door to back up a truck, we’re not all going to get rid of our garage doors! We put bars on the windows, or move to another neighborhood where noone will try to break in.

Brother, can you spare a dime?

My cousin Jake is participating in the California Aids Lifecycle SF to LA charity ride – that’s 545 miles on a bicycle. Jake is one of the smartest and funniest guys I know, but he’s also honest and plainspoken. So I know he means it literally when he thanks donors on his blog: “I take the job of representing you on the ride very seriously”

Please consider supporting him by going to his rider page at http://www.aidslifecycle.org/5980 – and check back there from time to time for more stories like this:

I rode up Route 9 from Saratoga up to the top of the mountains between San Jose and Santa Cruz on Saturday. It’s a good 2100ft climb, and a beautiful road.

I was near the bottom on my way up, riding on a wide section of shoulder around a right hand bend when I noticed a Sheriff’s car parked on the other side of the road, hidden from speeders come down the mountain. Just as I was making a note to myself to avoid this guy next time I should come down the mountain a car passed me, and just as the car passed me a guy on a red sport bike (the kind of motorcycle that your mom really doesn’t want you to get) cut between me and the car with a few feet to spare to pass on the shoulder and speed up the mountain. Right in front of the Sheriff. It spooked me pretty good.

I looked across the road at the Sherrif and pointed up the hill with a shrug, and he was already starting his engine. That Crown Vic didn’t need gas.. It was propelled like nothing I’ve ever seen before by unbridled cop rage.

My right pedal is squeaking, and I keep forgetting to grease it before long rides. It made it all the more sweet to peddal slowly by the two of them on the shoulder a mile and a half later.. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, “Afternoon, officer!”, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

The motorcyclist looked sutiably sheepish.

I’d like to thank everyone who’s donated so far. I’m almost half way to my goal!

Jake