Since Liberals Demand Accountability: Can Global Warming “Experts” be Disappeared?
By Kelly OConnell Sunday, January 5, 2014
In like a lion, out like a lamb—or, it began with a growl, but ended with a whimper! What did? Why, Global Warming, naturally. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to end like this! Midwest wind-chill temperatures could hit -70˚ tonight, as meteorologists predict the lowest readings in decades. Meanwhile, in the arctic, pinned near glaciers, a second ice breaker must be freed by the US Coast Guard.
This, after the first ice-breaker became trapped while attempting to rescue a research ship cruising to the South Pole to prove Global Warming! The marooned research ship only served to highlight the fact that the South Pole ice shelf has never been thicker.
In other words, the world is not going to fry anytime soon. But, speaking of which—how about puttings all the “expert’s” feet to the fire for fear-mongering, predicting disaster and demanding ruinously expensive corrections?
But isn’t it time we hold self-professed liberal “experts” accountable for all the many times they are mistaken? Especially when these mistakes cost society wealth and lives? After all, if leftists were screaming for the head of top duck Phil Robertson, for his sins—shouldn’t they be good sports and voluntarily drop out?
Perhaps even more importantly, our society must keep track of the failures of its self-appointed experts to make sure we are getting the very best direction possible. And this just isn’t about Global Warming, but a thousand liberal fantasies, perpetually foisted upon a credulous public with short memories, little logical skills, and much hope for a coming utopia where work is easy, recreation almost limitless, risks few and rewards bountiful.
As Jackson Browne once warned, in Before the Deluge, those who believe they understand nature may be destroyed while mistakenly trying to protect it:
Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands reached for the golden ring With their hearts they turned to each other’s heart for refuge In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them were angry At the way the earth was abused By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power And they struggled to protect her from them Only to be confused By the magnitude of the fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived In the naked dawn only a few survived And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge