The Biggest Accusation Failure Ever

Like a rapper’s retinue, climate change was always in the company of elements I found unpalatable. Hysteria, hyperbole, deception, and demonization. Though my always incomplete metamorphoses into a denier was on a languid arc until first being called one. Not that being the recipient of such an uninspired pejorative was a moving experience, but rather the unseriousness and desperation I associated with anyone so base as to earnestly deploy it.

Though I understand the temptation for those invested in the movement. The seeding of horror-terms to blunt criticism and shatter resistance is a mature industry in the West. No positions are more soberly advanced than through index fingers and accusations. And the Heatocaust was never meant for cross examination. Especially if being a denier could be cultivated to produce the same cash crop of career ruination as other staples. And when persuasion fails, fear is to follow.

Unfortunately though ‘denier!’ (well, that denier) could never quite find the same cultural traction as its more stately progenitors. As a result, the requisite combustion of shame and firings remained elusively unignited–though certainly not from a deficit of effort. And whatever vagaries conspired to deny market share to New Racist, I can’t help but imagine the series of unearthed chicanery was a major contributor.

The fiddling with temperature data is the biggest science scandal ever

When future generations look back on the global-warming scare of the past 30 years, nothing will shock them more than the extent to which the official temperature records – on which the entire panic ultimately rested – were systematically “adjusted” to show the Earth as having warmed much more than the actual data justified.

Two weeks ago, under the headline “How we are being tricked by flawed data on global warming”, I wrote about Paul Homewood, who, on his Notalotofpeopleknowthat blog, had checked the published temperature graphs for three weather stations in Paraguay against the temperatures that had originally been recorded. In each instance, the actual trend of 60 years of data had been dramatically reversed, so that a cooling trend was changed to one that showed a marked warming. This was only the latest of many examples of a practice long recognised by expert observers around the world – one that raises an ever larger question mark over the entire official surface-temperature record.

Following my last article, Homewood checked a swathe of other South American weather stations around the original three. In each case he found the same suspicious one-way “adjustments”. First these were made by the US government’s Global Historical Climate Network (GHCN). They were then amplified by two of the main official surface records, the Goddard Institute for Space Studies (Giss) and the National Climate Data Center (NCDC), which use the warming trends to estimate temperatures across the vast regions of the Earth where no measurements are taken. Yet these are the very records on which scientists and politicians rely for their belief in “global warming”.

Homewood has now turned his attention to the weather stations across much of the Arctic, between Canada (51 degrees W) and the heart of Siberia (87 degrees E). Again, in nearly every case, the same one-way adjustments have been made, to show warming up to 1 degree C or more higher than was indicated by the data that was actually recorded. This has surprised no one more than Traust Jonsson, who was long in charge of climate research for the Iceland met office (and with whom Homewood has been in touch). Jonsson was amazed to see how the new version completely “disappears” Iceland’s “sea ice years” around 1970, when a period of extreme cooling almost devastated his country’s economy.

One of the first examples of these “adjustments” was exposed in 2007 by the statistician Steve McIntyre, when he discovered a paper published in 1987 by James Hansen, the scientist (later turned fanatical climate activist) who for many years ran Giss. Hansen’s original graph showed temperatures in the Arctic as having been much higher around 1940 than at any time since. But as Homewood reveals in his blog post, “Temperature adjustments transform Arctic history”, Giss has turned this upside down. Arctic temperatures from that time have been lowered so much that that they are now dwarfed by those of the past 20 years.

Of much more serious significance, however, is the way this wholesale manipulation of the official temperature record – for reasons GHCN and Giss have never plausibly explained – has become the real elephant in the room of the greatest and most costly scare the world has known. This really does begin to look like one of the greatest scientific scandals of all time.

Perhaps those across-the-board temperature adjustments were warranted. We don’t know from reading, as the journalist is hardly inclined to grant much deference to alleged perpetrators–those who overtly denied the originally recorded temperatures. But we should be amenable to hearing the other side. Sometimes reality and our models of it do not align. When that occurs, reality requires modification.

And while I believe its more feral proponents have legitimately earned my mild mockery, the position of this blog is not one of Egyptian rivers. Perhaps there is some global warming change. And perhaps it portends dire results for whoever occupies the planet some generations hence. And wouldn’t it be a pleasantly sunny day if that were our most pressing concern. But it is not. Not remotely. And gnashing teeth over future sea ice and decimal points while displaying no ambition to even be present for their enjoyment seems to be a far graver misalignment than any obdurate thermometers. If my people and posterity are to be ushered off the planet, you’ll forgive our apathy toward conditions in our absence. And if you’re not inclined to that forgiveness, feel free to swim with the polar fishes.

Though for those honestly concerned for both the weather and its effect on an enduring Western civilization, one of this blog’s readers once articulated a disciplined stance.

“I want you and everyone associated with you as far from any respected public position as possible, and I want your entire pseudoscientific field wiped from our country. After your name is properly associated with both bureaucratic ineffectualism and insane apocalyptic visions that never materialize, and all of the original climate scientists are dead, then we may consider reopening the field, and trusting its results as the objective conclusions of those interested in the science. But you have consorted with and empowered far too many scoundrels and thieves in your lifetime for me to ever trust anything you say again.”

3 thoughts on “The Biggest Accusation Failure Ever

  1. If my people and posterity are to be ushered off the planet, you’ll forgive our apathy toward conditions in our absence.
    That is a great one-liner to keep in mind.

  2. ” If my people and posterity are to be ushered off the planet, you’ll forgive our apathy toward conditions in our absence. And if you’re not inclined to that forgiveness, feel free to swim with the polar fishes.”

    I hope the planet is getting so hot that all life will eventually be destroyed because they’re in the process o genociding my race, and as you say, none of us will ever have to deal with the consequences. If we survive White genocide, we’re smart enough to be able to find a new home to weather “climate change” on Earth. Also, the amount of carbon coming out of the First World is nothing compared to India and China,who are “diverse” down to a man, so “climate change” can be the new mongrelized non-White world’s “greatest strength” alongside retardation,in-breeding,pollution,violence, and corruption.

    “For all y’all rich folks, enjoy that champagne, or whatever fancy ass Scotch you drink.

    And for y’all a bit lower on the economic scale, enjoy your Pabst Blue Ribbon, or whatever shitty ass beer you favor.

    Whatever the case, and whatever your economic station, know this…

    You need to drink up.

    And quickly.

    And heavily.

    Because your time is limited.

    Real damned limited.

    So party while you can, but mind the increasingly loud clock ticking away in the corners of your consciousness.

    The clock that reminds you how little time you and yours have left.

    Not much more now.

    Tick, tock.

    Tick, tock.

    Tick.

    Tock.

    I know, you think you’ve taken “your country back” with this election — and of course you have always thought it was yours for the taking, cuz that’s what we white folks are bred to believe, that it’s ours, and how dare anyone else say otherwise — but you are wrong.

    You have won a small battle in a larger war the meaning of which you do not remotely understand.

    ‘Cuz there is nothing even slightly original about you.

    There have always been those who wanted to take the country back.

    There were those who, in past years, wanted to take the country back to a time of enslavement and indentured servitude.

    But they lost.

    There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when children could be made to work in mines and factories, when workers had no legal rights to speak of, when the skies in every major city were heavy with industrial soot that would gather on sidewalks and windowsills like volcanic ash.

    But they lost.

    There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when women could not vote, or attend any but a few colleges, or get loans in their own names, or start their own businesses.

    But they lost.

    There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when blacks “had no rights that the white man was bound to respect,” – this being the official opinion of the Supreme Court before those awful days of judicial activism, now decried by the likes of you – and when people of color could legally be kept from voting solely because of race, or holding certain jobs, or living in certain neighborhoods, or run out of other towns altogether when the sun would go down, or be strung up from trees.

    But they lost.

    And you will lose.

    So make a note of it.

    Tweet it to yourself.

    Put it on your Facebook wall and leave it there so you’ll remember that I told you so.

    It is coming, and soon.

    This isn’t hubris. It isn’t ideology. It is not wishful thinking.

    It is math.

    Not even advanced math. Just simple, basic, like 3rd grade math.

    The kind of math that proves how your kind — mostly older white folks beholden to an absurd, inaccurate, nostalgic fantasy of what America used to be like — are dying.

    You’re like the bad guy in every horror movie ever made, who gets shot five times, or stabbed ten, or blown up twice, and who will eventually pass — even if it takes four sequels to make it happen — but who in the meantime keeps coming back around, grabbing at our ankles as we walk by, we having been mistakenly convinced that you were finally dead this time.

    Fair enough, and have at it. But remember how this movie ends.

    Our ankles survive.

    You do not.

    Michael Meyers, Freddie Kreuger, Jason, and that asshole husband in that movie with Julia Roberts who tracks her down after she runs away and changes her identity–they are all done. Even that crazy fucker in Saw is about to be finished off for good. Granted, he’s gonna be popping out in 3-D to scare the kiddies, so he isn’t going quietly. But he’s going, as all bad guys eventually do.

    And in the pantheon of American history, conservative old white people have pretty much always been the bad guys, the keepers of the hegemonic and reactionary flame, the folks unwilling to share the category of American with others on equal terms.

    Fine, keep it up. It doesn’t matter.

    Because you’re on the endangered list.

    And unlike, say, the bald eagle or some exotic species of muskrat, you are not worth saving.

    In forty years or so, maybe fewer, there won’t be any more white people around who actually remember that Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Opie-Taylor-Down-at-the-Fishing Hole cornpone bullshit that you hold so near and dear to your heart.

    There won’t be any more white folks around who think the 1950s were the good old days, because there won’t be any more white folks around who actually remember them, and so therefore, we’ll be able to teach about them accurately and honestly, without hurting your precious feelings, or those of the so-called “greatest generation” — a bunch whose white contingent was top-heavy with ethical miscreants who helped save the world from fascism only to return home and oppose the ending of it here, by doing nothing to lift a finger on behalf of the civil rights struggle.

    It’s OK. Because in about forty years, half the country will be black or brown. And there is nothing you can do about it.

    Nothing, Senõr Tancredo.

    Nothing, Senõra Angle, or Senõra Brewer, or Senõr Beck.

    Loy tiene muy mal, hijo de Puta.

    And by then you will have gone all in as a white nationalist movement — hell you’ve all but done that now — thus guaranteeing that the folks of color, and even a decent size minority of us white folks will be able to crush you, election after election, from the Presidency on down to the 8th grade student council.

    Like I said, this is math. And numbers don’t lie.

    Bottom line, this too shall pass.

    So enjoy your tax cuts a while longer.

    Go buy whatever you people buy when your taxes get cut: a new car or two, a bigger house, an island. Whatever.

    Go back to trading your derivatives, engaging in rampant financial speculation that produces nothing of value, that turns the whole world into your personal casino. Whatever.

    Play your hand, and for the love of God play it big. Real big. As in, shoot for the moon big. As in, try to privatize Social Security, and health care, and everything else. Whatever.

    At least that way everyone will be able to see what you’re really about.

    We’ve been trying to tell them, but nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes, so “Go big or go home,” Bubba.

    “Git ‘er Done.”

    “Cowboy up,” or whatever other stupid catch phrase strikes your fancy.

    Just promise you’ll do more than talk this time.

    Please, or as one of your celluloid heroes might put it, “make my day.”

    Do whatever you gotta do, but remember that those who are the victims of your greed and indifference take the long view.

    They know, but you do not, that justice is not for the sprinters, but rather for the long distance runners who will be hitting their second wind, right about the time that you collapse from exhaustion.

    They are like the tortoise to your hare.

    They are like the San Francisco Giants, to your New York Yankees: a bunch that loses year after year after year, until they finally win.

    You have had this confidence before, remember?

    You thought you had secured your position permanently after the overthrow of reconstruction in the wake of the civil war, after the elimination of the New Deal, after the Reagan revolution, after the Republican electoral victory of 1994. And yet, those you thought you had cowed and defeated are still here.

    Because those who have lived on the margins, who have been abused, maligned, targeted by austerity measures and budget cuts, subjected to racism, classism, sexism, straight supremacy and every other form of oppression always know more about their abusers than the abusers know about their victims.

    They have to study you, to pay careful attention, to adjust their body armor accordingly, and to memorize your sleep patterns.

    You, on the other hand, need know nothing whatsoever about them. And this, will surely prove politically fatal to you in the end. For it means you will not know their resolve. Will not fear it, as you should.

    It means you will take their greatest strength — perseverance — and make of it a weakness, called losing.

    But what you forget, or more to the point never knew, is that those who lose know how to lose, which is to say they know how to lose with dignity.

    And those who suffer know how to suffer, which is to say they know how to survive: a skill that is in short supply amid the likes of you.

    You, who could not survive the thought of minimal health care reform, or financial regulation, or a marginal tax rate equal to that which you paid just 10 years earlier, perhaps are under the illusion that everyone is as weak as you, as soft as you, as akin to petulant children as you are, as unable to cope with the smallest setback, the slightest challenge to the way you think your country should look and feel, and operate.

    But they are not.

    And they know how to regroup, and plot, and plan, and they are planning even now — we are — your destruction.

    And I do not mean by that your physical destruction. We don’t play those games. We’re not into the whole “Second Amendment remedies, militia, armed resistance” bullshit that your side fetishizes, cuz, see, we don’t have to be. We don’t need guns.

    We just have to be patient.

    And wait for you to pass into that good night, first politically, and then, well…

    Do you hear it?

    The sound of your empire dying? Your nation, as you knew it, ending, permanently?

    Because I do, and the sound of its demise is beautiful.

    So know this.

    If you thought this election was payback for 2008, remember…

    Payback, thy name is…

    Temporary.”

    Oh, you jews,mestizoes,and blacks are in danger of being wiped out by rising global temperatures,you say? Well, let’s go ahead and fix that for you while we still have political power before you disenfranchise and systematically exterminate us.

    Laughing. Out. Loud.

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