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It’s like a Twilight Zone, of sorts, here in Bonn, Germany. The
hotel lobby is teeming with people rushing somewhere, all carrying a
stack of papers, many with laptops strung over a shoulder and a cell
phone pasted to an ear. Groups of two or three huddle over every
available table, papers strewn everywhere. The long corridor to the
meeting rooms is lined with tables, each filled with stacks of papers.
Uniformed security guards check every handbag and computer case. Every
meeting room is full — behind closed doors, guarded by U.N. employees.

From early morning until late at night, day in and day out for two
weeks, nearly 5,000 people are working feverishly to figure out how to
force America to transfer its wealth to the rest of the world.

No, the official press reports don’t put it just that way. The
officials reports say things such as “Progress was made toward
agreements on LULUCF (Land Use and Land Use Change and Forests),” or
“U.S. and E.U. at odds over ETR (Emissions Trading Regime),” or
“Flexible Mechanisms on Task Force Agenda.”

The official reports mean little or nothing to Ronnie Merritt, who
raises sheep in New Mexico. What the official reports obscure could
determine whether or not Ronnie is able to stay in business. Weyman
Dooly is busy running his business. He may or may not even see an
official report on the evening news. What the official reports obscure
is quite likely to have enormous impact on Weyman’s lumber business.

People from countries neither Ronnie nor Weyman have ever heard of,
people who have never seen a New Mexico ranch or a Georgia pine tree,
are determining the rules by which both Ronnie and Weyman must conduct
their businesses in the future. Twilight Zone? You bet! What ever
happened to the notion that government is empowered by the consent of
the governed?

How many sheep Ronnie raises once was determined by how much grass he
could grow, and how many sheep he could sell in a free market. Ronnie,
alone, made that decision. The rules now being negotiated could require
the federal government to dictate to Ronnie — and virtually every other
rancher — precisely how many sheep or cows, if any, may occupy an acre
of land. Sheep and cows, don’t you see, produce methane, a greenhouse
gas.

LULUCF describes the rules that govern land use. Vegetation,
especially trees, absorb carbon dioxide, another greenhouse gas. When
trees are turned into 2x4s, they can’t absorb carbon. Weyman is in the
business of turning trees into 2x4s. The rules now being negotiated
could require the federal government to dictate to Weyman — and
virtually every other lumber man — precisely how many trees he can
transform. The
same rules would apply to every developer and to every person who has
not yet experienced the joy of owning his own home.

Why do we allow people from Burkina Faso, Botswana, Bangladesh,
Uzbekistan, and other vowel-deficient countries, to make the rules by
which we must live? Because we elected a president who wants America
to take its place in a global village, ruled by global governance,
directed by selected, not elected, individuals who share the common
conviction that they know best how everyone else should live. The
ultimate objective of global governance is to empower these select
individuals to manage the global environment and the global economy to
enforce global equity.

A good way to end this foolishness, once and for all, is to schedule
the next U.N. meeting at the Convention Center in Alamagordo, N.M., and
invite all the neighbors to attend. What a sight. Pick-up trucks would
roll in from miles around, each adorned with a 30-30 rifle, and
decorated with tale-tell evidence of methane production. The row of
tables would be filled, not with paper, but with big pots full of a
rich, brown, rocket fuel they call chili. The cowboy boots, big hats,
and blue jeans would be as curious to the delegates as the delegates’
brightly colored sarongs would be to the cowboys.

The cowboys would be polite, and welcome their international
neighbors, and listen intently to the gobbledygook about JIs and CDMs
and ETRs. Should, however, someone stand and denounce the United States
for causing an Island Nation to sink because Americans drive too many
pick-up trucks, there might be a problem. Should one of the Task Forces
announce, as it did yesterday in Bonn, that each cow and sheep on every
ranch had to be counted and reported to the United Nations, there would
likely be some feet shuffling and whispering. Should the chairman
declare that a consensus had been reached to require U.N. approval for
any change in land use — well, in such a scenario the Kyoto Protocol
would quickly cease to be a problem.

The problem is that the ranchers don’t know what is being planned for
them. The loggers don’t know the extent of controls that are being
negotiated. Homeowners and aspiring homeowners have no idea how this
Kyoto Protocol will affect them. That is what the instigators want.
The Kyoto Protocol public relations strategy is to try to convince
people that the world is coming to an end unless the Kyoto Protocol is
implemented. Never mind what price must be paid. Never mind whether
global warming is actually occurring or not. “Ratify the Protocol; give
us power to save the world,” is the constant drumbeat.

Unlike most of the other U.N. treaties that have been imposed, the
Kyoto Protocol will have the legal power to force Americans to transform
their lives. Unless New Mexico’s ranchers and Georgia’s loggers, and
New England’s aspiring home owners, and Nebraska’s corn growers, and
everyone else, learn what’s in store for them, and take appropriate
corrective action, the Kyoto Protocol will be implemented. What seems
to be a sort of Twilight Zone in Bonn, is nothing compared to the
inevitable twilight of American prosperity, should the United Nations
ever gain the power to control our use of energy, our environment, or
our economy. The negotiations now under way in Bonn, seek to give that
control to the United Nations.

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