
The Paris Climate Agreement is a paper tiger everyone raced to embrace, not because it would do something but because it could be sold as appearing to do something; with ample sides of fawning press coverage, photo ops, and the domestic burnishing of the “slightly” tarnished legacy of a man-child president.
But all that hype and praise was for naught but the egos of world leaders and the pockets of climate mountebanks because Mr. Trump, Bjorn Lomborg, our humble little shop, and others were right. Paris is a joke.

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