Category: Weather

There He Goes Again

Eco-Crap, Watermelons, Weather

…Steve Milloy, that is, using actual data (!) to prove — as he’s being doing pretty much ever since I can remember — that the Eco-Loons are a bunch of lying assholes:

Not a single extreme weather event can be:

1. Factually shown to be unprecedented; or

2. Scientifically shown to be linked to emissions.

This, in the middle of a heatwave both here and in Europe that is nowhere close to what’s happened in the recent past, let alone in the long-ago pre-SUV era when, as he points out, Greenland was once completely ice-free, and had been for centuries.  And even now, as people have been buying more and more large SUVs and trucks:

“No global warming in almost 9 years despite 500 billion tons of emissions.”

You fool, Milloy:  it’s not global warming, it’s Global Cooling Climate Warming Change©.

Maybe at some point some kind of collective — wait, “common”? — sense will kick in, and we’ll stop listening to the climate alarmists and implementing their insane policies.

Just not while we’re being governed by addled fools like Joe Biden and his cabal of watermelons.

Eucalyptus Now

Weather

When it snows in Johannesburg…

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People wandering around in the streets yesterday, bemused, asking “What is this strange white stuff falling from the sky?”

One could say that this is evidence of Global Cooling Climate Warming Change©, but I remember it snowing in Johannesburg (and much harder than in the above) back in 1963, before SUVs.

Yes, I’m that old.  And we just called it “weather”.

Neck Deep

Weather

I see that after much hand-wringing over the Great British Drought Of 2022, relief has finally come, in abundance:

Which just made me think of this:

As for local conditions, The Englishman assures me that all is well at the Castle;  here’s the view from his kitchen window:

…while Mr. Free Market’s estate is also fine, occupying as it does a hilltop surrounded by a few hundred acres.

And Mrs. Sorenson (a.k.a. The Catholic on these pages) reports:

“It’s been pissing down today. And yesterday. And looks likely to continue – bleddy weather. I raked up all the leaves from the grass yesterday. Fecking tree dumped a new load EXACTLY where I’d cleared them away. Nature hates me.”

So all is well, in other words.

My Kinda Weather

Weather

Lessee… daytime high in the low 40s (single digits if you’re of the French measurement persuasion), nighttime a couple degrees above freezing, overcast and occasional drizzle… yup, at this time of year, Kim’s a happy man.

I now eat oatmeal porridge or mieliepap for brekkie (by the way, dark rum tastes wonderful on porridge, don’t ask me how I know this), and I switch from iced G&T to Seffrican brandy or Whisky Macs in the evenings.

I also get to cuddle with my wife at night (instead of sweating her over to the other side of the bed).

Yeah, I can hear the chorus now:  “Why don’t you just go and live in England, where it’s like this all the time?”

Simple answer:

…and a few other reasons, like the stupid BritGov won’t let me stay unless I arrive by small boat over the Channel, and I hate all boats.

So the pic below is just an idle dream:

Like We Didn’t Know That Already

Eco-Crap, Weather

Satellite Temperature Data Show Almost All Climate Model Forecasts Over the Last 40 Years Were Wrong

Any of my Longtime Readers will be at least familiar with this, as I’ve repeated time and time again that not one of the predictive algorithms used by these charlatans to drive the global warming/cooling/climate change hysteria has ever been close to its predicted outcome in terms of temperature change.

We need to end this ridiculous farce now, as it’s being used to destroy civilization and replace it with… well, universal poverty and misery, as far as I can make out.

That includes measures such as mandated ending of the internal combustion engine, replacement of clean and reliable energy generation with costly and unreliable substitutes, and all the zero net carbon nonsense — among many others.

I’d add flogging and execution of the chief charlatans, but that would probably appear as excessive to some wilting violets.