They’ll never give up trying to make us believe in Global Warming. The payoff is too high. “Oh, please, world leaders, save us! We don’t wanna die!” “Very well, you peasants. We will save you from Climate Change. But from now on you’ll have to do everything we say. Now hand over all your money.”
Yeah, yeah, we know. The cooler it gets, the more the statists double down on “Climate Change.” The U.N. tells us we’re all gonna die unless we abolish fossil fuels by the end of this century. Secretary of State John “Blood ‘n’ Guts” Kerry (three Purple Hearts, zero hours in the hospital) says that from now on, our armed forces—but nobody else’s—must first calculate the effects on the climate before authorizing any military action. Jihad monsters storming the camp? Well, hold your fire, boys, until I can figure out what’ll happen to the climate if we try to defend ourselves.
Meanwhile, the science is settled, the debate is over, shut up, Climate Change Denial is a crime, etc., etc.
Arguments based on lies, hysteria, and false authority are bad enough, and have always been the Warmists’ stock in trade. But now, from East Anglia University, comes the grand doozy of them all—a forthright appeal to ignorance.
East Anglia U., in England, will go down in history as the home of the original Climategate scandal, when thousands of pilfered emails proved beyond a reasonable doubt that the entire Global Warming enterprise was nothing but a mammoth fraud. But with the Big Media in full damage control mode, Global Warming survived even those revelations—although after Climategatethey did start changing its name to “Climate Change,” a label so vague and elastic as to be meaningless.
Last week the climate sages of East Anglia released a “scientific study”—I have to put it in quotation marks—that claimed that because of “warming”—see how easily it slips out, now and then?—“male bees are more likely to copulate with female bees, rather than pollinating the orchids.”
Don’t these clowns know anything?
In the first place, “male bees” are more properly called “drones.” Like the climate scientists themselves, drones do no productive work. They never pollinate the flowers. Never. Their sole function is to mate with the queen bee. And then they die.
In the second place, the worker bees that do the pollinating are all female. They do not make whoopee with the drones. That’s because they’re sterile, totally incapable of reproducing. Their only function is to work. Only the queen lays eggs.
These are basic facts about bees that every child used to know, before our public schools were invaded by gender coaches. If the kids didn’t learn these facts in school, they picked them up from Mark Trail comics and Disney nature programs. Everybody knew these things.
So now we should all pay big fat carbon taxes because the “male bees” are partying with the females and none of the bees’ work is getting done? This is statist “science” with a vengeance.
They tell us that the polar bears are dying out when they’re not, that the polar ice caps are melting when in fact they’re getting bigger, and that we were all getting warmer while we froze our kiesters off during the coldest winter anybody can remember. That’s their argument—lies. And if that little collection of lies fails to convince us, now they’re trying to make us worry about non-stop orgies in the beehives.
It says much for the power of propaganda that anyone at all still believes in Global Warming, even if most of them are only college students who have no capacity for independent thought.
At the same time, the grand poobahs who are dishing out these lies still buzz all over the world in private jets, live in mansions that suck up more electricity than any hundred ordinary houses put together, and tool around in limousines, leaving a trail of carbon footprints worthy of the Cardiff Giant. Do they act, for one minute, like they believe their own press releases?
But they won’t give it up, no, sir. If only they can make it stick, if only they can get us to believe, they’ll demand, and get, unheard-of powers to interfere in our lives.
They are the drones who want to party, and all at our expense.
But the party’s over, drones. You just don’t know it yet.
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