Those bleak days of the Obama presidency were the longest eight years I ever saw. And it’ll take a whole generation or more to repair the damage done–if we can ever repair it. The poisons that man injected into America are hatching out today.
Of course, in 2020 you’re lucky if you can see a doctor at all. Maybe if you claimed COVID-19 broke your finger, you might get some attention. My wife needs to see a doctor and her doctor seems to have taken the noon balloon.
Right now Racism is the Democrats’ poker hand; but they’ve still got Global Warming/Climate Change on the table, ready to use against us at a moment’s notice.
Remember! National perfection can only be achieved by giving unheard-of powers to the most flagrantly imperfect people in the country.
It’s full of nerve-racking language. “The Doomsday Glacier… crumbling ice and rapidly rising seas could spell disaster for a warming planet… a future global disaster… an ice chunk the size of Pennsylvania… Ice Apocalypse…Just one degree of change is a big deal to a glacier…” And so on. How are we supposed to sleep at night?
And it’s all Donald Trump’s fault (of course!), for not accepting as gospel the various pronouncements of the International Panel on Climate Change–and gee wiz, they’ve got computer models and everything!
Only “deep and rapid cuts in carbon pollution, to slow the warming” can save us. And if you think that means no more private jets, no more stretch limos, no more Martha’s Vineyard mansions, no more pricey pow-wows at Davos for the globalist fat cats–man, you need to think again! You, not they, will be called upon to give up your cars, your air conditioning, and lots and lots of things that separate modern life from the Middle Ages.
We have called upon an expert of our own to deliver a reply:
We’ve just had ten minutes of the most ferocious wind and rain we’ve seen since Hurricane Sandy. My sister, Alice, thought her neighborhood was in for a tornado. The gales seemed to spring up out of nowhere, the cats ran upstairs and under the bed, and by the time I got all the hatches battened down, it was over. And Alice called to see if we were all right.
We are–but it was a close call. The wind was strong enough to snap off the top half of a very big sycamore tree and hurl it to the sidewalk. By God’s providence, it didn’t take down the power lines with it: hard to believe how that could be, when you look at it. I don’t know how we’d take a power failure on top of a quarantine. All we’re lacking is army ants.
It also somehow missed all the parked cars, not to mention pedestrians. I call that a miracle.
Keep your eyes peeled: Someone, somewhere, seems to be expecting the China Wuhan Communist Death Virus to be in retreat sooner than we think. I say that because I’ve noticed Climbit Chainge chatter is starting up again. Yeah, they’re re-heating it: gotta keep the peasants scared, only way to control ’em.
Is it just me saying this, or do we need a new ruling class?
The coronavirus pandemic is “certainly nature’s response to global warming.” (And also to “economic inequality.” Don’t leave that out! “Inequality” causes natural catastrophes.)
“I do not know if it [the pandemic] is nature’s revenge, but it is certainly nature’s response.”
“Nature is throwing a tantrum so that we will take care of her.” The earth “now cries out to us.”
Forget Catholic. Is this guy still a Christian?
He has also called upon the world’s people to switch to “a simple lifestyle.” Yeah! Put all those peasants back into the 12th century where they belong! Wonder how “simple” he thinks his own life ought to be.
Yeah, yeah, I know… Tomorrow the Vatican will be disavowing these remarks, he keeps ’em busy doing that, and that’ll be all until the next interview.
Oh! If only we had that glorious global government! They’d harness that fantastic Scientific power and soon put a stop to Climate Change! And the Pope, he could be the head honcho of a global religion to go along with global government!
And we have blundered into a Left Behind novel.
(Praying for Cardinal Raymond Burke to somehow be made Pope–like, now…)
They must expect the Chinese Wuhan Communist Death Virus to close up shop pretty soon, ’cause it sounds like they’re getting us ready for another round of OMGwe’reallgonnadiefromClimbitChange blah-blah…
First I’ve got to see John Kerry or Theresa May chow down on a nice bowlful of squirming mealworms. See, I know they want us eating bugs just so they can laugh at us. Grubs and crickets and flies–that’s not for them! That’s for us. To help keep us in line. Who’s going to listen to a protest by someone who eats cucarachas?
You guys don’t know it, do you?–globalism’s dead. Your buddies the Chicoms killed it. All the tomato worm sandwiches in the world won’t bring it back. You global elites are mighty slow on the uptake!
So you can take your tent caterpillar flambe and stuff it.
We often hear “It’s settled science!” as the argument to shut down any and all discussion about Man-Made Climate Change. Back in the mid-19th century, it shut down the one doctor whose methods were the only methods that could stop the “child-bed fever” that was killing multitudes of pregnant women in hospitals.
Today Dr. Ignaz Semmelweiss, of Hungary, is memorialized on coins and postage stamps, with more than a few hospitals named for him. But in his own time, Semmelweiss was reviled, denounced as a charlatan, rejected, refused permission to carry on his work, and finally died in a mental hospital.
This was because Semmelweiss insisted that doctors under his authority wash their hands before tending their patients. At some hospitals, the mortality rate for women giving birth was around 18%. Women who gave birth in the streets had a lower mortality rate than that! But where Semmelweiss was able to get doctors to wash their hands, the mortality rate plummeted to 2%. In fact, in some months, no patients died of child-bed fever.
So Semmelweiss had the results; but that was all he had, and the scientific community ignored them. This 15-minute video by The History Guy on youtube tells the whole story: watch it before it’s taken down.
Thanks to my wife for impressing me with the importance of this history–to say nothing of its applicability to all eras of history, including our own.
Actually, I’m kind of content not to know what proves Man-Made Climbit Change is real. This gap in my knowledge doesn’t feel like a gap at all. More like something’s missing that shouldn’t be there anyway.
Besides, it’s a known fact that only drips are afraid of jackalopes.
Just last year we were all gonna die from Climate Change, or measles, or whatevvuh. Rushdoony wrote, “It exalts some scientific plannedrs as the only ones with the answers, and it makes the rest of us a herd of cattle headed for the stockyards, unless we listen to them.” Sound familiar?
When Rushdoony was a schoolboy they were “teaching” kids that the world would run out of everything in 20 years or so, and that the Kellogg-Briand Pact would surely prevent another world war from starting. It’d be funny if the punchline weren’t World War II.
I remember what the Lord said to Isaiah: “Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for wherein is he to be accounted of?” (Isaiah 2:22)
I dislike conspiracy theories. I was once threatened for not believing in one. Not exactly the way to my heart.
But gee whiz, anyone with half an eye can see that this world sure has become easy to scare. And a lot of people have openly worked to make it so.
Here in New Jersey, our Far Left euthanasia-loving governor has admitted they’re gonna have to shut down all the public schools “for a long time… in a matter of days,” on account of the coronavirus. (Wait’ll they find out how well we can get by without schools and colleges. Heh-heh!) It’s happening all over the country.
I’m not here to propose a conspiracy theory. I’m here to jog your memory.
How long ago was it that the nooze media and certain politicians were trying to scare our pants off with measles, fercryinoutloud?
And then we had that whole Green New Deal/Greta Thunberg business, literally trumpeting the end of the world in–what? ten years? seven?–and this time trying to stampede us into the arms of a world government run by commie wackos. Greta sez How Dare You! Government gotta DO SOMETHING. Etc., etc., blah-blah.
Have we discovered panic can be habit-forming? Let me be the first to say so, in case they’re handing out a Nobel Prize.
So now we can’t buy toilet paper at our supermarket. And now we are asked to believe the same nooze media, the same politicians, who have been caught brazenly lying about Climbit Change more times than you can count with an abacus. Which is not to say the coronavirus isn’t real. But it is to say it’s awful hard to believe people who have become notorious for lying and spreading scare stories. And whose political agenda requires it.