Tonight, as I am sure you're all aware, is Earth Hour. I hope you all intend to take this event as seriously as I shall. First, I shall raid my attic for my last stash of rarer-than-hen's-teeth incandescent light bulbs - you know, the kind without mercury in them; the kind that lights up a room; the kind that doesn't give you headaches - and plug them into every available socket. Then, during Earth Hour, I shall light up my house like a Christmas tree, while turning on every conceivable electrical appliance, perhaps even to the point of opening my freezer door and melting the ice with a blow heater.
Yes, I know - what with the price of electricity these days, due to all those eco tariffs - that this will cost me a great deal of money. But that's the kind of guy I am. I'm doing it not for me but for the Children of Tomorrow. I want them to have a future, a meaningful future with jobs, and a functioning economy and power on demand rather than rationed according to the whim of some Lisa-Jackson-style Eco Commissar.
What worries me at the moment is that though we rationalists and realists are winning every battle we fight against the enviro-loons, we still seem to be losing the war. Note, for example, how they keep changing the terms of the debate. First it was "global warming" we had to worry about. Then, when global warming stopped in 1998, it turned into "climate change". Then, "global climate disruption." Now, apparently, the new buzz phrase is "global weirding."
Yep, that should cover them nicely for a while: whatever strange thing the weather does at any point, anywhere in the world, that's yet more proof that man is harming the planet and that the only solution is more tax, regulation, wind factories, Solyndra-style boondoggles, Chevy Volts, etc.