There are now two kinds of people with some understanding of climate science, sceptics and liars. The climate change scam is turning into a train wreck and everyone keeping the score knows it.
The most delightful thing about the climate train wreck is that it is happening so slowly. Global temperatures have not risen for about fifteen years which is not quite as predicted. Even worse, people are losing interest as the wild-eyed threats lose their potency.
Even George Osborne has decided to back shale gas in spite of some loud and predictable squealing from fellow travellers still inside the wreckage, still hoping their tickets are valid. Tickets paid for by us incidentally.
One by one, Mother Nature hoists the liars by their own petard, but she isn’t rushing at it like an amateur. Oh no – this is a finely honed professional job. Her knives are sharp and the day is long.
She is taking her time, season by season, year by year. Clearly in no hurry, one might almost think she is enjoying herself. I certainly am.
Her cruelty is the stuff of legend – red in tooth and claw and all that, but I never thought she would sink her mighty talons into the plump, quivering flesh of climate alarmists – not in such a deliciously heartless way.
Her subtle, dispassionate screwing of their silly predictions would be much less fun if she screwed them quickly. Reaming them slowly by increasing the pressure over fifteen years has a certain natural justice to it.
It’s positively artistic.
Of course train wreck spectators must temper their enthusiasm with a touch of caution in case Mother Nature turns her icy stare in our direction.
So applaud her softly and enjoy the show. We’ve earned it.