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.
Those Climate Apocalypse Predictions Have Worn Thin
As I have had to say WAY too many times here at GraniteGrok, I’ve been around since before the first Earth Day. I’ve lived through the mainstream media’s yammering that “We’re all gonna die” – not from Global Warming but from an incipient Ice Age that was descending upon us. For well over 50 years, … Read more
