I used to do articles on the 'Gods of Global Warming'. All those guys are dead now, or hiding in retirement. I'm still here singing "Glory to Clange". The old clange was global warming, and now it is so much more! Every year they change the definitions, and as one old bird said - "Why shouldn't we change things with new data?'.
All that very expensive effort, and not a speck of slope change in the co2 measurements. Why? Because solar cells, ev's, windmills are all made with oil. Because we want to stay warm in the winter to build more windmills. This is all the Great Plan of Clange, the mightiest god in the multiverse.
At the cottage, Clange has come in with a vengeance. Yesterday saw 6 dragonflies, and I expected to be surrounded by them this morning. Nope, nothing. All in His Plan. The little buggers sleep in.
If you dip your foot in the water, quickly pull it out before the toes fall off.
You can see in the regular weather forecast that we have begun our 300 year drought. Everything is Clange: sun, cold, drought, floods, whatever. Clange is mighty in change. The Mighty Morphing Clange. No more anything to do with co2 and global warming, which is over, it is extreme weather, and the Second Coming of Super El Nino. We all wait in our commie sackcloth and ashes, except the high priests, who live in luxury. After all, people that smart deserve to skim out the money.
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