Monday, August 11, 2008
O Catastrophe! O Disaster!
We're all going to die! I knew it!!!!
SORRY TO BE CONSISTENT. Jesus Christ. Sorry. Didn't mean to curse. But I am so so so so so so SO tired of these absolute morons with their Global Warming alarmism schtick. I mean, if people stop believing in the dubious value of your so-called science, do you really think you can reclaim them by describing even worse cataclysms? A ludicrous excerpt:
On a planet 4C hotter, all we can prepare for is extinction
There's no 'adaptation' to such steep warming. We must stop
pandering to special interests, and try a new, post-Kyoto strategy
We need to get prepared for four degrees of global warming, Bob Watson told the Guardian last week. At first sight this looks like wise counsel from the climate science adviser to Defra. But the idea that we could adapt to a 4C rise is absurd and dangerous. Global warming on this scale would be a catastrophe that would mean, in the immortal words that Chief Seattle probably never spoke, "the end of living and the beginning of survival" for humankind. Or perhaps the beginning of our extinction.
The only thing interesting about this article is the comments. Which are blistering..
All I can add is an invitation. Bring your damn dumb Global Warming Science here. No, not your fear scenarios, which are adequately covered by our YouTube video, but any actual science you think you have.
Life in these formerly civilized western nations has become a total joke. Some of us are starting to wish there really were something called anthropogenic Global Warming, just so you could all die from it. Extinction. The rest of us could only be so lucky. That pansy New Agers could actually die from believing in fairy-tale apocalypses. Best reason we've ever heard of for hoping that Global Warming is real and that there's a genuine need to roll western civilization up in vacuum-sealed bags and stow it away in a great big hatbox scented with potpourri.
Problem is, there isn't. There's just a Judy Garland movie that makes all you purposeless clowns feel good about losing everything. You're like gender-confused sheep pinning all your hopes on a Gay Apocalypse. Which can only be undone by the right skipping steps on the yellow brick road to the Ultimate Green Goretopia. Sad-sounding and bleatingly moving on the phonograph but not too credible. Condolences.
One question. Not to be rude or anything. Do you you mind if we melt down your Minis and Bimmers and turn them into A-10 Thunderbolts after you've all perished of another two or three degrees of heat? You know, when your angora and mohair skivvies start bursting into flame from the heat of your panic?
Thunderbolt. We could kick some phony GW ass with that.
Cool. Now we're getting somewhere.
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