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Friday, December 03, 2010
Science Day:
Global Warming
Meltdown
DREXELITES. While Washington, DC, is seized with the incredibly complex dilemma of whether or not to raise taxes on entrepreneurs during the weakest, most jobless economic recovery since WWII, I've decided to devote today to our leading candidate for new national religion -- science. Because scientists know so much, and they're so smart and open and sharing and wise in the ways of nature and social organization. We'll get through this hard patch because we have them to tell us what to do, how to do it and why, which is that they're the only ones we can really trust to know what's what in this great big universe of ours.
One slight problem is that like our superlatively brilliant president, they can lose their audience when the facts don't quite measure up to the condescending lectures. Exhibit I:
Scams die hard, but eventually they
die, and when they do, nobody wants to get close to the corpse. You can
get all the hotel rooms you want this week in Cancun.
The global-warming caravan has moved on, bound for a destination in oblivion. The United Nations is hanging the usual lamb chop in the window this week in Mexico for the U.N.'s Framework Convention on Climate Change, but the Washington guests are staying home. Nobody wants to get the smell of the corpse on their clothes.
Everybody who imagined himself anybody raced to Copenhagen last year for the global-warming summit, renamed "climate change" when the globe began to cool, as it does from time to time. Some 45,000 delegates, "activists," business representatives and the usual retinue of journalists registered for the party in Copenhagen. This year, only 1,234 journalists registered for the Cancun beach party. The only story there is that there's no story there. The U.N. organizers glumly concede that Cancun won't amount to anything, even by U.N. standards.
Rep. Henry A. Waxman of California, who wrote and sponsored the cap-and-trade legislation last year, says he'll be too busy with congressional business (buying stamps for the Christmas cards and getting a haircut and a shoeshine) even to think about going to Cancun. Last year, he joined Speaker Nancy Pelosi and dozens of other congressmen in taking staffers and spouses to the party in Copenhagen. The junket cost taxpayers $400,000, but Copenhagen is a friendly town and a good time was had by all. This year, they're all staying home, learning to live like lame ducks.
The Senate's California ladies, cheerleaders for the global-warming scam only yesterday, can't get far enough away from Cancun this year. Dianne Feinstein says she's not even thinking about the weather. "I haven't really thought about [Cancun], to be honest with you," she tells Politico, the Capitol Hill daily. She still loves the scam, but "no - no, no, no, it's just that I'm not on a committee related to it." She's grateful for small blessings.
Barbara Boxer, who was proud to make global warming her "signature" issue only last year, obviously regards that signature now to be a forgery. She would like to be in Cancun, but she has to stay home to wash her hair. She's not even sending anyone from her staff, willing as congressional staffers always are to party on the taxpayer dime. "I'm sending a statement to Cancun." (Stop the press for that.)
This is another lesson that Washington's swamp fevers inevitably subside.
The global-warming caravan has moved on, bound for a destination in oblivion. The United Nations is hanging the usual lamb chop in the window this week in Mexico for the U.N.'s Framework Convention on Climate Change, but the Washington guests are staying home. Nobody wants to get the smell of the corpse on their clothes.
Everybody who imagined himself anybody raced to Copenhagen last year for the global-warming summit, renamed "climate change" when the globe began to cool, as it does from time to time. Some 45,000 delegates, "activists," business representatives and the usual retinue of journalists registered for the party in Copenhagen. This year, only 1,234 journalists registered for the Cancun beach party. The only story there is that there's no story there. The U.N. organizers glumly concede that Cancun won't amount to anything, even by U.N. standards.
Rep. Henry A. Waxman of California, who wrote and sponsored the cap-and-trade legislation last year, says he'll be too busy with congressional business (buying stamps for the Christmas cards and getting a haircut and a shoeshine) even to think about going to Cancun. Last year, he joined Speaker Nancy Pelosi and dozens of other congressmen in taking staffers and spouses to the party in Copenhagen. The junket cost taxpayers $400,000, but Copenhagen is a friendly town and a good time was had by all. This year, they're all staying home, learning to live like lame ducks.
The Senate's California ladies, cheerleaders for the global-warming scam only yesterday, can't get far enough away from Cancun this year. Dianne Feinstein says she's not even thinking about the weather. "I haven't really thought about [Cancun], to be honest with you," she tells Politico, the Capitol Hill daily. She still loves the scam, but "no - no, no, no, it's just that I'm not on a committee related to it." She's grateful for small blessings.
Barbara Boxer, who was proud to make global warming her "signature" issue only last year, obviously regards that signature now to be a forgery. She would like to be in Cancun, but she has to stay home to wash her hair. She's not even sending anyone from her staff, willing as congressional staffers always are to party on the taxpayer dime. "I'm sending a statement to Cancun." (Stop the press for that.)
This is another lesson that Washington's swamp fevers inevitably subside.
Well, maybe they can invent some new facts the dummies in the American populace will like more.The saddest thing is the impact on our sainted Speaker of the House:
The only global-warming news of this
week was the announcement that the House Select Committee on Global
Warming would die with the 111th Congress. Mrs. Pelosi established the
committee three years ago to beat the eardrums of one and all, a
platform for endless argle-bargle about the causes and effects of
climate change.
Awww. Our sympathetic requiem for Pelosi's Planet Passion:
With all that silicone in her chest, Globular Warming was the best we could do. She was HOT. Right up until the meltdown. Sad.
P.S. Hotair has its own poll up today. Go ahead. Answer it. All the questions are dumb, but we might as well chime in too. (When they ask about the biggest issue of the past year, they don't even list Health Care as a choice.) They pretend they want to know which other websites they should listen to. Guess who I said.
