The Cult of Climastrology has spun the wheel and decided this is their point of attack today
Thanks To Climate Change, You May Need To Shell Out More For Beer, Study Finds
Climate change has been blamed for the wild swings in agricultural crop yields, but it could also result in a doomsday scenario for drinkers: Beer, the world’s top-consumed alcoholic beverage by volume, may at some point be out of reach for hundreds of millions of people around the world, according to a new study.
In the study, published Monday in the scientific journal Nature Plants, researchers from the University of California, Irvine and other institutions around the world attempted to study climate change’s impact on crop yields of barley, the main ingredient in beer, by examining “periods of extreme drought and heat.â€
“These extreme events may cause substantial decreases in barley yields worldwide,†the study said, adding that average yield losses could range from 3% to 17% depending on the severity of the conditions.
Decreases in the global supply of barley could lead to “proportionally larger decreases†in the barley used to make beer and ultimately lead to “dramatic regional decreases in beer consumption in countries such as Argentina,â€Â the study said.
The researchers also estimated that beer prices could almost triple in countries like Ireland. For instance, a six-pack of beer might cost $20 more for consumers in Ireland in an extreme drought situation, the study said.
There are many, many, many, many articles (they keep going on) pimping this “study” which comes from the University of East Anglia (which has done a bangup job with their predictions, and where the Climategate emails originated from), but, um, most forget something
Climate change is set to leave those with a taste for beer thirsty in coming decades as it shrinks yields of barley, the top grain used to make the world’s most popular alcoholic drink, a study published on Monday said.
Extreme weather events featuring heat waves and droughts will occur as often as every two or three years in the second half of the century if temperatures rise at current rates, the study noted.
That’s right, this is about scaremongering on something that may possibly maybe we’re not sure but we’ll publish anyhow happen decades from now. And if it doesn’t, and it most likely won’t, no one will have remembered the doomsaying prognostications from 2018.
Since I don’t drink beer, I’m not worried in the slightest!
Actually, if beer becomes more expensive, perhaps less of it will be consumed, and we’ll have fewer automobile accidents and cases of domestic abuse.
I drank beer with my friends. Almost everyone did. Sometimes I had too many beers. Sometimes others did. I liked beer. I still like beer.
I liked beer. I still like beer. But I did not drink beer to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone. There is a bright line between drinking beer, which I gladly do, and which I fully embrace, and sexually assaulting someone, which is a violent crime. If every American who drinks beer or every American who drank beer in high school is suddenly presumed guilty of sexual assault, will be an ugly, new place in this country.
I liked beer. Still like beer. We drank beer, and you know, so — so did, I think, the vast majority of — of people our age at the time. But in any event, we drank beer, and — and still do. So whatever, you know.
Do you drink beer, or not?
I take it the Lefties finally figured out they weren’t getting enough people’s attention trying to concern them if there’d be enough Merlot.
The kind of guy who likes Bud is harder to fool.
(unless his name is Jeffery)
No.
That isn’t to say that I’ve never drank beer, but, the simple fact is that I don’t like the taste; if beer didn’t have alcohol, I can’t see how anyone would drink it.
Nor do I drink liquor; it simply isn’t something I enjoy. I did drink some wine when we were in Italy, since that was what everyone else was having — and, in Italian restaurants, the water is almost as expensive as wine! — but that’s about it.
I’ve never been stumbling drunk, and on those few occasions in which I have imbibed, I stopped early. Why? Because the first thing that alcohol does to me is to mess with my coordination, and that, to me, is one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever. I really just don’t like the stuff.
And you should be glad: instead of an afternoon drunkard, we have a teetotaler as President.