March 14, 2009

Report from a Seething Climate-Crazed Cranium

endoftheworld2006_300x300.jpgPresented for your consideration the frothing hallucinations of one Tim Anderson, founder of Z Corporation, maker of "rapid prototyping machines," as he gets his freak on in Climate Sinners in the Jaws of an Angry Dog. True that these sorts of eructations are cheaper than cow pies in a cow pasture these days, but Anderson gets extra points for an embedded Jonathan Edwards reference and exceptionally rapid stroking of his variant of the "We're all a gonna die!" meme.

Soon we'll hit the "tipping point" of the climate crash. The tundra will melt, dumping methane into the air. Methane is 20 times worse than CO2 as a greenhouse gas. The polar ice cap will melt in the summer.
The darkness of the pole will soak up solar heat like never before. The melting water from the Greenland and Antarctic glaciers will undercut them and lubricate the smooth rock slides that lay under them. As more dark land and tundra is exposed, the process runs away out of control.
The hotter tropical ocean waters will spawn mega storms that will destroy cities. Want to modify your house to survive winds of 200 miles per hour? Good luck. Want to harvest crops after that wind hits them? You'll have to eat the corn out of the mud like a pig. After two years of bad harvests, what will you eat? When someone offers you food, a gun and a uniform, will you care whether you're about to fight in World War Three?
Ahh, so round, sor firm, so fully packed full of deep down smoking enjoyment. So deeply shallow and overwhelmingly nuts.

What can one say in the face of such intellectual insanity other than to observe that in such a world there won't be much need for "rapid prototyping machines" of the sort that Mr. Anderson supposedly makes.

It is a constant source of amazement and amusement to me how the climate crazies just keep ramping up the rhetoric as the world begins, slowly and with increasing speed, to ignore their rantings. At this rate, the only people left to believe them will be other members of their cargo-science cult, and politicians whose time left in office should be, mercifully, short.

As if in response to Anderson's hysterical whining, Lord Monckton remarked last week that

We, the people, are no longer afraid of “global warming.” We are fed up to the back teeth of hearing about it. We are bored by it. And the bed-wetters know it. Their ever-more-outlandish predictions are a measure of their blind panic. The Dr. Strangelove of NASA, in the latest of a series of ever-more-desperate attempts to flog the dead horse of climatic apocalypse, recently wrote that sea level is about to rise by 246 feet, “und anyvun zat disagrees viz me vill be arrested und put on trial for high crimes against humanidy und nature.” -- Great Is Truth, and Mighty Above All Things
More than anything else Monckton reminds us that what we need, at this point, to engage with the climate cult not with "settled science" or "unsettled science" but with the mockery they so richly deserve.

Posted by Vanderleun at March 14, 2009 5:52 PM
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Man, that's some good frothing!

Posted by: Cris at March 14, 2009 7:16 PM

Chesterfields! So round, so firm, so fully packed with tobacco reminiscent of skunk piss.

Posted by: Roy Lofquist at March 14, 2009 9:54 PM

I am reminded of a poem.

Magna Est Veritas

Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.
For want of me the world's course will not fail:
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.

Coventry Patmore (1823-1896)

The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, ed. Arthur Quiller-Couch, # 296, p. 407.

The Oxford Book of English Verse (new edition), ed. Arthur Quiller-Couch, # 772, pp. 937f.

Posted by: ELC at March 15, 2009 6:23 AM

As someone once said, why should we believe the government about global warming, if they can't even get the Food Pyramid right? The idea that a high carb/low fat diet was good for you contributed to the type 2 diabetes epidemic.

Posted by: Gagdad Bob at March 15, 2009 11:20 AM

SO.....we should burn (and hence convert it into CO2) all that cursed methane as quickly as we can, lest it get into the atmosphere. I'm game.

Posted by: Barnabus at March 15, 2009 12:43 PM

Them people at O'Reilly really need to stick to what they have some clue about.

Posted by: Eric Blair at March 15, 2009 1:31 PM

Does this mean AlBore has competition for the "Obsessively Unhinged Wannabee Climate Nanny" job?

Once again I am shocked, SHOCKED I tell you.

Posted by: askmom at March 15, 2009 5:47 PM

I read your excellent comments over at O'Really(?). It sounds like you're trying to argue with a mob. I've been called stupid because I don't believe (

When this blows over, do you think you will hear any mea culpas?

Posted by: Stephen B at March 16, 2009 9:03 AM

Actually, "So round, so firm, so fully packed" was Luckies, I think.

Lucky Strike also had LS/MFT on the bottom of each pack. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I discovered that was intended to stand for "Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco", having been told as a child that it meant "Lord, Save Me From Truman..."

Posted by: Rob De Witt at March 16, 2009 8:42 PM

Doesn't freezing expand, and when melting, contracts? When a one gallon plastic jug filled with water freezes, the plastic bulges. Freeze a capped bottle of Orange Crush and the bottle is likely to break. And a can of Greenland with ice one mile deep will be a smaller can filled with water.

Posted by: Broadsword at March 17, 2009 5:17 AM

Will wine cease to gladden? Will the young not fall in love? Will mothers not care for their children?

How, then, will life be destroyed in any important way?

Posted by: Assistant Village Idiot at March 18, 2009 7:02 PM

The Oxford Book of English Verse (new edition), ed. Arthur Quiller-Couch, # 772, pp. 937f. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, ed. Arthur Quiller-Couch, # 296, p. 407. Coventry Patmore (1823-1896) Magna Est Veritas I am reminded of a poem.

Posted by: wificar at November 8, 2012 12:11 AM