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ClimateGate
Pronunciation
(man-made global warming hoax)
Meaning
noun:
1. Leftist political agenda cloaked as science exposed by the whistle blower who released internal documents of the East Anglia Climate Research Unit.
2. The fraud and duplicity of the man-made global warming perpetrators.
A related word is watermelon: a person (like Al Gore) who is green on the outside, red on the inside.
Etymology
Retronym based on American term WaterGate: a similar situation wherein an insider provided damning evidence against perfidy and hidden agenda.
Usage
"I called ClimateGate 'the global warming scandal of the century' back on November 20. Deeper and deeper it goes. Over the weekend, University of East Anglia global warming cultist Phil Jones conceded that there has been no statistically significant warming over the last 15 years..."
Michelle Malkin; February 15, 2010
A thought for today about man-made global warming:
The Big Lie - a lie so colossal that no one would believe that someone could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously.
-Adolph Hitler, Nazi a-hole (Mein Kampf, 1925)
----please, draw me a sheep----
There is a huge belt of drumlins across the mid-north of Ireland, from coast to coast; Sligo on the west to Down on the east:
http://www.wesleyjohnston.com/users/ireland/maps/historical/ice_age.gif
Monaghan is in the middle of this region of tens of thousands of drumlins. Hence "the stony grey soil of Monaghan", and placenames likes "Drummeril", in Patrick Kavanagh's famous poem:
Stony Grey Soil
O stony grey soil of Monaghan
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived.
You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my stumble
Had the poise and stride of Apollo
And his voice my thick tongued mumble.
You told me the plough was immortal!
O green-life conquering plough!
The mandril stained, your coulter blunted
In the smooth lea-field of my brow.
You sang on steaming dunghills
A song of cowards' brood,
You perfumed my clothes with weasel itch,
You fed me on swinish food
You flung a ditch on my vision
Of beauty, love and truth.
O stony grey soil of Monaghan
You burgled my bank of youth!
Lost the long hours of pleasure
All the women that love young men.
O can I stilll stroke the monster's back
Or write with unpoisoned pen.
His name in these lonely verses
Or mention the dark fields where
The first gay flight of my lyric
Got caught in a peasant's prayer.
Mullahinsa, Drummeril, Black Shanco -
Wherever I turn I see
In the stony grey soil of Monaghan
Dead loves that were born for me.
On recent travels in Alaska, twice in the last two years I was able to see up close moraines with the ice behind them. Some were no longer being pushed forward. Seven of the eight major glaciers there are in retreat. The one that isn't retreating is moving because one of the seven is no longer in front of it. One of the Sawyer glaciers in Tracy's Arm is considered in catastrophic retreat. There is no dispute that something is going on with the climate. This is not a matter of politics. People used to dispute that smoking was bad for your health too. Where are they now?
Flying over the Mendenhall Glacier, I wrote this. Too bad I can't post the photo I took from the plane.
Outside the window
Lies a land so foreign,
No, so alien it is beyond
My comprehension to believe
Such a place could exist.
The ground below,
A river of white
Extends as far as the eye can see.
Interrupted only by the sharp points
Of mountaintops popping up
Like islets in a sea of white cotton.
The clouds on the horizon too
Are indistinguishable from the snow
Save for the gray overcast that separates
The cirrus from the cumulus.
This is the most extreme place on earth.
Nothing could live here,
Save an ice worm,
Yet it is a source of life.
The snow, ever moving downward
Eventually to rejoin the sea
The end of a journey
That began at the top of the world. (K. Hickson 2008)
(and thanks for the chilly white poem that followed next)
Last edited by BranShea; 08/10/10 02:34 PM.
----please, draw me a sheep----
Nobody knows what's causing atmospheric temperatures to rise. They've identified a few suspects, like the CO2 from our cars and trucks. Yet, somebody figured out that the recent eruption of the unpronouncable volcano in Iceland released more CO2 than all the internal combustion engines ever built.
Speaking of Iceland, perhaps the CO2 belching from their longships was what warmed the world of the Vikings enough to allow them to settle and prosper on the shores of Greenland a thousand years ago.
Somebody noted that Long Island is a [terminal] glacial moraine. Ten or so thousand years ago, native Americans could see a wall of ice a mile high at the Island's north shore. I don't believe that Shinnecock SUVs made that melt all the way back to the arctic ice cap.
This issue is most definitely a matter of politics. People like myself don't deny that the temperature is changing; we simply don't believe that giving more money to the government and allowing them to curtail our liberty will make the temperature stop changing.
Last edited by beck123; 08/11/10 12:27 AM.
"I don't know which is worse: ignorance or apathy. And, frankly, I don't care." - Anonymous
This issue is most definitely a matter of politics. People like myself don't deny that the temperature is changing; we simply don't believe that giving more money to the government and allowing them to curtail our liberty will make the temperature stop changing.
Here, Here!
----please, draw me a sheep----
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