it's also getting cold in herre

So I'm pissed at the environmentalist wackos.

It's going to snow this Easter weekend, and the Virgil Van Camps of the world are going to contort their faces and scrape unclever witticisms across their vocal cords like fingernails across chalkboards. There is no way to avoid the inevitable. Make no mistake, the dreaded words will come, all low and nasal, through wingnut noses like snot in flu season: "So much for global warming."

And, once again, we'll have to patiently try to explain science to the willfully misunderstanding.

It's going to snow this weekend, and I'm pissed at the environmentalist wackos.

Because, in the days when Casio keyboards ruled the airwaves, I had a friend who already understood. He worked for Greenpeace and he saw everything, earlier and more accurately than any of us.

He told me once, in a conversation about Chaos and the environment, that adding energy to the system wouldn't just make it get hotter and hotter. Instead, it would get wilder and weirder. Imagine, he said, setting high and low temperature records in the same week.

Actually, he said "in the same day," but I think he was exaggerating. You get the point in any event. If he knew what was going to happen, others in Greenpeace knew. The far left, as usual, was absolutely correct.

And, as usual, they screwed up the framing.

We never should have been talking about global warming. "Climate change" may not be as sexy a term, but its usage from the very beginning might have kept dishonest conservatives from successfully propagandizing to the dimly aware.

Even more importantly, it might have preempted a few bad jokes.

spacedark