It’s summertime! Thursday is the Fourth of July. And you know what that means!
It means the Save The Planet/Grow the Government mob will be howling at the moon, demanding we submit to them or else be drowned by Global Warming, etc. And every week will be ballyhooed as the hottest week ever, no s***, and every month the hottest month AND OMG WE’VE ONLY GOT TWELVE YEARS WHAT’RE WE GONNA DOOOOO–!
Why is it that nobody ever questions these jerks? True, they duck questions, and the Far Left nooze media will never ask them anything but softball questions. I guess you would have to grab one of them, tie him to a stake, and literally put a gun to his head before you could get an answer to your question. Nevertheless, if I could ever ask it, this is what I’d ask:
“How, exactly, do you propose to control the whole earth’s climate–ignoring the fact that there is no planetary climate, but only lots of local and regional climates–and tailor it so that year-round weather conditions are just right? What if they’re just right for you and just too bloody awful for words for someone else? And how will you control factors like the sun’s output, continental drift, volcanoes and earthquakes, El Nino, etc.? Have you got a plan for all that?”
Wouldn’t you just love to see one of those commie ding-dongs even try to answer that?
It’s Middle Ages superstition, writ large.
Well put, Lee. Proverb 26:4 comes to mind, “Do not answer a fool according to his folly, or you yourself will be just like him.” My wife always remarks on Climate Change champions buying big mansions right along the ocean’s shore – what hypocrites!
Yeah, they buy colossal mansions in Dubai, right at the water’s edge–obviously they don’t believe a single word of what they’re selling the plebs.
Not to mention their constant trips around the world in their private jets to harangue people about the eeevils of fossil fuels. Or the energy they use to heat, cool, and otherwise run their huge mansions, complete with elaborate landscaping. Or the energy that goes into the manufacturing and use of all their electronics.
One idiotic actress (but I repeat myself) advised using only one sheet of toilet paper at a time. Another said not to flush for (ahem) liquids but to wait for (ahem) solids. These arrogant birdbrains, of course, have fancy bidets to clean themselves and giant mansions where they can stay away from the smell of the unflushed toilets.
That genius was Cheryl Crowe. If I have spelled her name wrong, it’s only because I do try to avoid celebrities.