If you want a nonstop laugh fest, you can't get much better than the Copenhagen Global Warming Clown Circus. The big news overnight was a "leaked" copy of the final draft agreement:

When your attempt at recreating the Congress of Vienna with a third-rate cast of extras turns into a shambles, when the data with which you have tried to terrify the world is daily exposed as ever more phoney, when the blatant greed and self-interest of the participants has become obvious to all beholders, when those pesky polar bears just keep increasing and multiplying – what do you do?

No contest: stop issuing three rainforests of press releases every day, change the heading to James Bond-style “Do not distribute” and “leak” a single copy, in the knowledge that human nature is programmed to interest itself in anything it imagines it is not supposed to see, whereas it would bin the same document unread if it were distributed openly.

After that, get some unbiased, neutral observer, such as the executive director of Greenpeace, to say: “This is the single most important piece of paper in the world today.” Unfortunately, the response of all intelligent people will be to fall about laughing; but it was worth a try – everybody loves a tryer – and the climate alarmists are no longer in a position to pick and choose their tactics.

But boy! Was this crass, or what? The apocalyptic document revealing that even if the Western leaders hand over all the climate Danegeld demanded of them, appropriately at the venue of Copenhagen, the earth will still fry on a 3C temperature rise is the latest transparent scare tactic to extort more cash from taxpayers. The danger of this ploy, of course, is that people might say “If we are going to be chargrilled anyway, what is the point of handing over billions – better to get some serious conspicuous consumption in before the ski slopes turn into saunas.”

Of course, the most serious conspicuous consumers are the Third World thugs and clowns that thought Global Warming was the ticket to new palaces, new Mercedes, and more jewelry for their grasping wives. Then there were the United Nations kleptocrats that thought they had finally come up with a way to ride on a gravy train pulled by the taxpayers of the developed world. I won't even mention the religious acolytes of the Church of Global Warming and the voracious profiteers in the developed world who are beneath contempt for trying to force this scam on the rest of us.

This week has been truly historic. It has marked the beginning of the landslide that is collapsing the whole AGW imposture. The pseudo-science of global warming is a global laughing stock and Copenhagen is a farce. In the warmist camp the Main Man is a railway engineer with huge investments in the carbon industry. That says it all. The world’s boiler being heroically damped down by the Fat Controller. Al Gore, occupant of the only private house that can be seen from space, so huge is its energy consumption, wanted to charge punters $1,200 to be photographed with him at Copenhagen. There is a man who is really worried about the planet’s future.

If there were not $45 trillion of Western citizens’ money at stake, this would be the funniest moment in world history. What a bunch of buffoons.

And the sooner we laugh them out of town the better. Speaking of "soon to be out of town," even Santa Obama's last minute visit with a bag of goodies provided by the American taxpayers and a list that he wasn't checking to see who was naughty or nice failed to cheer up the clowns. It must be rough on a man of Barack Obama's vaunted sensitivity that the panhandlers weren't satisfied with his handout. Hmm, while he was there he could have pitched Chicago for the Olympics again.

Labels: Barack Obama, Ecoweenies, Global Warming, United Nations

posted by Cracker Barrel Philosopher at 11:20 AM -