MicroGroks
We’ve had a warm winter where I live. A statist stooge in neighboring Vermont said it’s the warmest winter on record. Oh yeah, since when? The correct answer is since the last time they had a warmer winter because that would mess with the narrative.
Here I go again, snow blowing our driveway, shoveling steps, and clearing the car twice each. Two days in a row are more than enough, and now, to top of everything, I had to listen to some “Chicken Little” disaster-promoting forecaster telling me all this cold weather is because of “Arctic warming.”
Between 1931 and 1944, we got Frankenstein, The Bride of Frankenstein, the Son of Frankenstein, The Ghost of Frankenstein, Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman, and House of Frankenstein. A name pronounced incorrectly for decades until Gene Wilder straightened us out in Mel Brooks, Young Frankenstein.
The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) has a Climate Change Indicators page that we expect will be getting a rehab any day now. When yo select change in hot temperatures it produces a map that contradicts the others on the page.
As I see yet another volcano erupting – this time in Indonesia – it suddenly occurred to me: The Globalists want to dim the sunlight hitting the earth to, theoretically, fight climate change. They’ve openly talked about it.
If you find yourself confronted with a headline, comment, or climate cultist claiming that the fall of 2023 was the warmest autumn on record, well – we are here to help. Not only was it not, and you knew that was coming, but there were 11 years since 1895 with equal or hotter autumn temperatures.
Professor Ian Plimer has some unpleasant news for the Climate Cult and a few not-entirely kind words for their methods. The presentation is form CPAC Australia, which begin with the words, ‘I don’t have opinions; I have demonstrable facts.’
The Climate Cult is more than willing to change whatever it must to keep its confidence scam alive. That’s what they mean when they say climate change. They don’t mean temperature; they mean the Climate data and the Climate narrative.
I can almost see John Kerry, bent in half, whispering into Biden’s ear as he snoozes behind the Resolute Desk. There’s an ice cream stain on the Commander in Chief’s Lapel, he reeks of BenGay, and there’s a bottle of Geritol spilled across his blotter as if he’d tried to overdose.
The problem of horse flatulence is not often discussed, yet there are important lessons to be learned from equine methane gas (via flatulence or burp), particularly to demonstrate the fraudulent claims leveled against cows as major polluters.
