Pirate's Cove

Climate cultists gotta climate cult

Op-ed: Climate change is no longer our future. It’s our present.

Smoke rolled in about the time I took my 5-year-old grandkids to the splash pad. The air turned a yellowish color and I could feel my lungs fill. A flake of ash landed on one of the twins, but he did not notice. Instead he ran screaming from one water spout to the next, narrowly missing a dunking from the swinging buckets filling and spilling from above. His sister skipped and scrambled from one sprinkler to the next, joining another child in reverie.

If you need a reminder of what pure joy looks and sounds like, witness the combination of summer, children and water.

To the kids, all was normal. But this was anything but normal, and I felt uneasy.

Yeah, well, perhaps you should be telling the government to do it’s job and clear the brush, do controlled burns, and other measures in areas prone to wildfire. Keep people from intentionally and unintentionally lighting fires. Not much you can do about lightning, which has always happened, starting fires. No need to Blame witches, er, anthropogenic climate change

It was July 21, in Spokane, Washington, and the West once again was in flames, even though historically fire season comes in the autumn. The rains of fall and the snows of winter are now unreliable, if downright doubtful. Reservoirs are dropping precariously, revealing the whitish bathtub rings of previous levels, when there was enough. Today, in this time of climate change, there are unprecedented temperatures of suffocating heat. Year piled upon year of drought. Creeks and lakes so warm that trout are dying in the mountains. Floods in Europe. Oases shrinking in the Sahara. Triple-digit temperatures in Siberia. Earth gasping for relief.

Earth doesn’t care. This has happened before multiple times in the Holocene alone, and will happen many times again. But, hey, it’s a doomsday cult

We merrily kicked the can down the road until we reached the dead end and the can ricocheted back to our feet. The future became the present, the present resembles nothing of the past and predicting the future is a fool’s errand.

We can solve this with a tax, you know. And taking away your freedom

Instead, tune out all the chatter of science, politics — and religion too — and lean into that sour feeling, that note of discord that you can’t seem to shake. We know the seasons are strange. Too little snow. Too much rain all at once. Too little rain. Flowers blooming too early. Species dying off.

So we should tune out the rantings of cultists? Cool

We will continue to live out our routines as if the shadow of the sword of Damocles is not hovering over us because, well, what choice do we have? We will, as I did, fly long distances in polluting planes to be with the ones who sustain us emotionally. We will buy the latest electronics, the phones and tablets. We will consume what we are told to consume by billionaires who are already planning their escape from the environmental calamity to space. We will dutifully sort and recycle plastic, aluminum and cardboard, knowing that we do this more for our peace of mind than anything else.

Perhaps Warmists should do something. Change their own lives. Why should we believe them when they are climahypocrites?