The Global Warming gang is hunkering down and riding out the storm, denying there is anything to see in the CRU leaked emails and memos. Will this work? Will the politicians and the media and those in line to make hundreds of billions of dollars from the scam succeed in making it all go away? Will soothing words and earnest and sincere entreaties to Trust Us save the day? Will the Global Warming gang succeed in destroying the economies of the western world in general and the United States in particular? Will we all feel better when everything the West has built and worked for these past three hundred years is given to the Third World kleptocracies? Well, foreign crooks may not get everything. Al Gore will get his share.
Of all the words with CRU
What comes to mind is crud
And from the first the skeptics knew
That squeezing stones for blood
Was easier than getting those
Who manufactured lies
To say which data sets they chose
That proved the world wide rise
In temperatures on this fair Earth
Would lead to fatal cause
Like rising seas and earthquake birth
And shark attacks from Jaws
And meteors and melting ice
Volcanoes and the like
And much too much of things not nice
And breaches in the dike
While monsoon rains would flood the land
And drown both kith and kin
And rising tides drove all to stand
On high ground ‘mid the din
Of hurricanes of fiercest blows
Destroying homes and shrubs
While polar bears faced thinning snows
To raise their cute white cubs
But fear thee not the gurus said
We have a plan that works
Without us you would all be dead
Not knowing danger lurks
We’ll put a tax on CO2
In every breath you take
We’ll charge you for the carbon too
In everything you make
But here’s the thing, you can evade
The punishment du jour
By simply sending checks that paid
To us and to Al Gore
A simple sum that will allow
You carbon credits for
Just anything that me and Al
Have stocked up in our store
What’s that you say, we’ve cooked the books
Whatever can you mean
Just ‘cause the data’s gone and looks
Suspicious and obscene
You must not think that we would lie
For that would be uncouth
We swear to you, both Al and I
That warming is the truth