IF THIS GUY
(chart) is telling the Truth—then all the ‘Warming’ Alarmists must be telling porkies* (they can’t both be right).
So here now, a nice chart—
—and tell me how it integrates into the world-view of rabid anthropogenic (oops) “rapid” Global Warming — you know, our Grand Ultimate Doom.
that climates tend to change a bit, except for the warm bits staying warm and the chilly bits keeping their cool … where’s the problem?
Is the current ‘unprecedented’ warmth any warmer than previous hotter times?
In the past our world has been a lot hotter—you don’t get all the coal Miss Greta is so upset about out of cold air.
No … I think Miss Puppet is a loose cannon. That’s her democratic right, to rave and screech to anyone dolt enough to listen. (One Adolf Hitler used the same methods generations ago. That hero cost the world in pain and pelf — Miss Greta is on course to put him in the shade.)
People, sheeple — The Beat Goes On …
“You tell ’em, Argie — I don’t mind! They adore me …”
* Brit rhyming slang: porkie pies, lies. (Untruths.)
DON’T FRET, MISS GRETA
this is ‘Climate Change’ propaganda
from a bit before
you were born.
State of the art thinking, though …
Now meet an optimist who is happy to read cheery stuff like that—
—and don’t you just love these cute little bears, now so terminally close to absolute total extreme extinction? How close? Don’t ask, you may just be a little surprised …
To this comment (lightly modified) I made recently—
* Fairly soon, I understand. Her timing is perfect … kudos to her puppeteers.
YES, I DAMNED WELL DO
so, Good Citizen, try this on for size … and let us know your thoughts:
“Children with disabilities are – rightly so – immune to criticism, even when they’re advocating radical politics.”
From: CLICK HERE
Immune? Rightly so? Brrrr … be warned: our concessions may just kill us.
Anyone standing up in public and making provocative statements is throwing down a gauntlet—and, child or not, disabilities or not—is entitled to full debate, as robust as it gets.
to go gently on any wee scamp just because she’s
- easily led
- ‘has a condition’ (and thus—patronisingly—is excusable?)
ADVICE NOW, FOR MISS GRETA
Poking your head up over my parapet is to invite the broadsides that most folks are too “considerate” to deliver. But I’m not most folks … and I do admire the Declaration (green, below) that I just purloined from your web-site.
May I offer—
FOR AN IMMEDIATE START:
Set fire to ALL the oil wells!
(Without oil they would soon stop making their horrible CO2) (No?) *
—and please feel free to use it as suits you best.
AGAIN I STATE THAT
in my humble opinion Greta Thunberg is an inconsiderate ill mannered semi-autonomous animated glove-puppet being used (yes, used) by unscrupulous backgrounders.
AND she would be well advised to look more closely at what happened to the last great ‘Children’s Crusade‘ …
* Hey — being in Greta’s camp is much easier than I thought!
People never cease to amaze me. Both those adamantly (and vociferously) ‘for’ and/or ‘against’ (wotever the topic).
I guess with some nice folks the only way to get to the Real Truth would be to lock both teams in a room with baseball bats and Australian rum — whatever slithers out after an hour is The Truth.
So whaddya make of this—
“The backbencher was called a “disgrace” and told to “wake up” during the combative encounter that threatens to undermine Morrison’s efforts to reassure Australians that his government accepts the link between climate change and extreme weather events.
Kelly, who has a long history of climate scepticism and was a ferocious critic of former prime minister Malcolm Turnbull’s plan for a national energy and emissions policy, was a prolific and controversial guest on Sky News programs before being ordered to wind back his appearances ahead of last year’s election.”
I’m not an Australian, but just like people they too have feelings (and putatively Free Speech). And of course, their treasured right to clobber any cobber who don’t speak the current lingo.
As for myself … I’m more than happy to accept any theory that fits my own (warped, twisted, insane* ) world-view,
AND I STILL THINK THIS
should be perched atop a pile of her own indoctrinators and forced to think for herself (obviously she’s a brilliant hypnotic subject, but one not given to good manners—frankly I blame her upbringing).
AS WAS SAID IN THAT
‘Peter Rabbit’ movie—
” We don’t inherit the Earth … …
we borrow it from our children!”
Perhaps folks should remember that fact …
“Hey, you at the end there; Greta—whaddya reckon?”
“I think they should all have electric lawn-mowers … “
* Insanity = any thinking that differs from your own.
From whom all blessings flow.* Being the same Eternal Lord God who knew, some fourteen decimal five milliard years ago, what these cheery
spectres (oops) spectators (below) would be observing a bit later on:
—and if body language is anything to go by I’d guess that the wee person on the far right has it all sussed … possibly thinking words to the effect
“THIS HAS ‘LONG NIGHT’ WRITTEN ALL OVER IT … “
—and the beat goes on. God (is as always) eternally in His heaven so all is right with His world—
“Bugger! Whom is it?”
“Me, Lord! Your favourite archange—”
“Ah! Come in, Gabby—what’s on your mind?”
“As if You didn’t already know, your Divinityness … them Aussie bushfires, Sir—”
“Knew that! Don’t fret, Gab, all part of my Divine Plan. And going damned well too …”
“You wouldn’t understand, Gab. It’s a ‘God’ thing—just trust Me.”
“And shut the cloud on your way out, please.”
* And being THE Prime Mover … all cursings too. No?
AND YOU KNOW IT
when you look out of a window and see this
—which sadly I can’t give a credit ‘cos I forgot to note the source. But is it paranoia, really? Fact, or fiction? (Definitely the stuff of
Frankly, any day I’d very much prefer a mural like this wee cutie:
—whose cheery smile brightens downtown Invercargill (and she doesn’t rave on, always bleating her religion).
I say ‘religion’ because that’s entirely what this whole ‘Anthropogenic Global Warming’ scare now is. So look afresh at the topic then please feel challenged (or irked?) enough to argue. I await your condemnation (as vociferous as you like but please no naughty words); so
let loose the dogs of war
—and Devil take the hindmost. (Be warned, before your cute doggies reach my throat they’ll have to get past my little pup below)