Today promises to be a busy morning, with all manner of Actual Things To Do. You’re going to have to keep the plates spinning just a little longer, if you don’t mind.
In case anyone is at a loss to get the convo started – an unlikely possibility, I know – there’s an interesting update to the Heartland documents “discovered” by one Peter Gleik, a true apostle of the AGW orthodoxy. Turns out that “fake but accurate” has not yet run its course in the halls of the soi-disant American elite:
Peter H. Gleick, a water and climate analyst who has been studying aspects of global warming for more than two decades, in recent years became an aggressive critic of organizations and individuals casting doubt on the seriousness of greenhouse-driven climate change. He used blogs, congressional testimony, group letters and other means to make his case.
Now, Gleick has admitted to an act that leaves his reputation in ruins and threatens to undercut the cause he spent so much time pursuing. His summary, just published on his blog at Huffington Post, speaks for itself.
That’s from the online pages of the NYT, so you know that it was written with a heavy heart. The Times concludes:
The broader tragedy is that his decision to go to such extremes in his fight with Heartland has greatly set back any prospects of the country having the “rational public debate” that he wrote — correctly — is so desperately needed.
So now it’s a “rational public debate” they want? Because it seems to me that the “science was settled,” used to be the mantra. With those who would like to debate the math which underlies the science scourged from the scientific media, or keeping quiet lest they be seen as heretics in the pockets of Unseen Forces who only want to see the world burn.
The time for debate is past, we have been told. It’s time for all of us to line up behind those who would seek enormous, international transfers of wealth, to line up behind those who fly private jets to swank meetings in Switzerland while abjuring us to turn the thermostat down and huddle our unwashed masses in public transport – or better yet – move to company housing to rid ourselves of our commute entirely. We should trim our sails, and bow down in guilt before our gilt-clad masters.
It would be medievalism once more, in fealty to a new divine right of kings.
Which anyway, that’s the way I see it.