Fahrenheit 450 ppm: “What’s all der führer over climate change, anyway?”
“NEVERMIND.”
“The Greenpeace booth at all the rock and roll shows nowadays are akin to the old sorcerers who used to stand in the middle of villages warning of danger, ‘When night wolf swallows mother moon, there will be great famine.’”–P.J. O’Rourke
“Night wolf swallowing mother moon” is a rigorous scientific standard, however, compared to the gaseous 450 parts per million that triggers a CastroClimate response from the government under Cap & Trade. Especially since this administration’s economic policy proves it can’t count.
We had our legal team of Sturm & Drang review the Cap & Trade bill and they found it was partly Commie with a chance of show trials.
Cap-and-trade …contains an obscure but nasty bureaucratic provision that requires President Obama to act like Venezuelan strong man Hugo Chavez.
Here’s how: The bills require a federal declaration of a “climate emergency” if world greenhouse gas levels reach 450 parts per million. Guess what? The Pacific Northwest National Lab says it is a virtual certainty that level will be reached within a few months. The bill then requires the president to “direct all Federal agencies to use existing statutory authority to take appropriate actions…to address shortfalls” in achieving needed greenhouse gas reductions.
“requires”? “requires” the president to “act like Venezuelan strong man Hugo Chavez”? You mean “permits”, don’t you? Or “demands”. “celebrates”. “cheerleads”.
That’s like “requiring” Bill Clinton to hit on the waitress.
This crowd spent the last eight years screaming at the top of their lungs that George W. Bush was a dictator.
Then their guy gets in …and the first thing they do is declare a State of Climate Emergency at their organic coffee bar putsch, enact the Climate Purity Laws, and engage in Berlin Wall Denial Syndrome, proffering Cult-of-Personality video communiques to the outside world from deep within the White House Bunker. Next, they’re issuing frantic orders, moving phantom divisions of saved-or-created Scamulus workers to and fro, while scribbling make-believe manifestos assuring the Good Burghers that all is goink vell on the Ft. Hood front.
I’m expecting Jesse Owens to win the Olympics at any moment, except they blew that, too.
It shows a complete lack of historical perspective to give any president that much power. After all, the opposition party may one day assume power again. Or is that also canceled when the stink reaches 450 parts per gulag?
Health care, nationalized industries, climate change–they seem like separate issues. But they’re really all one issue: power. Pure, unchallengeable State Power.
It’s as plain as the nose on his face. And that funny little mustache under it.
(Via Cnation)
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