How to Destroy the English Language

Talk of future climate sensitivity to human forcing abandons the language of global warming alarmism while pretending there’s still a problem~

Renaming global warming to a concern about climate change and adding a few adjectives when that didn’t work — like disastrous and calamitous climate change — hasn’t worked out AGW Alphabetso well for the global alarmists. Neither has referring to weather as climate wierding (an old joke from Texas to New Hampshire is if you don’t like the weather now just wait a minute).

But, we need to be more sensitive. Being sensitive means we need to look long and hard for the smallest nit in the natter – magnify an invisible nuance, engage a chimera –i.e., we must continue to ignore the failure of Western education and their miserable performance based on the all too easily measureable product that is coming out of the state-run dropout factories — and, rename the earnings of the productive so that now our paychecks are the government revenues needed to invest in teasing out some unmeasurable human influence on a mythical 30 year average global temperature.

Meanwhile, most of humanity lives outside Western civilization in places like China, India, Brazil, Russia and in the Third world. They are getting a good chuckle at our expense when in reality they have much more to fear from the sacrifice in America of its foundational principles of individual liberty and personal responsbility upon which the future freedom of all humanity rests.

About Wagathon

Hot World Syndrome—fear of a hotter, more intimidating world than it actually is prompting a desire for more protection than is warranted by any actual threat. A Chance Meeting– We toured south along the Bicentennial Bike Trail in the Summer of 1980, working up appetites covering ~70 miles per day and staying at hiker/biker campgrounds at night along the Oregon/California coast (they were 50¢ a day at that time). The day's ride over, and after setting up tents, hitting the showers, and making a run to a close-by store, it was time to relax. The third in our little bicycle tour group, Tom, was about 30 yards away conversing with another knot of riders and treating himself to an entire cheesecake for dinner. He probably figured Jim and I would joke about what a pig he was eating that whole pie and decided to eat among strangers. Three hours later after sharing stories and remarking on a few coincidences that turned up here and there, Tom and one of the former strangers realized they were cousins, meeting in this most unlikely place for the first time. ~Mac
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