Global Warming: still the ‘Greatest Scam in History’
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Snow in the shadows and calm areas, the chinook and sun took the rest away somewhere far, far away. (towards Texas and the record floods)
Fire hazard on the south facing hills.
Regardless of the accuracy of all the data on global warming, what is proposed to fight it is good on so many fronts. The most important of which is probably saving resources and the smaller the "footprint" we leave benefits all species, both animal and vegetable. We shouldn't be wasting finite resources.
Evolution and the big bang are both wrong as is most of psycology the pill pushing pseudo science. Sorry Cliffy but I have to disagree when I disagree. However the Americans who wrote that stuff above are pseudointellectuals who've been educated to whorship thier credentials while they insist on the primacy of thier brand of snakeoility.
Tell Sid we're not cooking with gas anymore! RICHARD LITTLEJOHN says climate change deal signed in Paris isn't worth the paper it's written on
By Richard Littlejohn for the Daily Mail
15 December 2015
Daily Mail
Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability, that’s the beauty of GAS! If you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember that TV commercial vividly.
The catchy theme tune was written by Roger Greenaway, who also co-wrote the music for the famous Coca-Cola advert, I’d Like To Teach The World To Sing (In Perfect Harmony).
It was commissioned in 1978 by the state-owned Gas Council to encourage us to switch to recently discovered North Sea gas, which was hailed as the answer to all our energy prayers.
RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability, that’s the beauty of GAS! If you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember that TV commercial vividly
The ‘cookability’ advert came with its own funky road show, hosted by disc jockey Noel Edmonds, who doesn’t seem to have aged at all over the past four decades.
(Check out the commercial on YouTube. Either Edmonds has discovered the fountain of eternal youth or he’s been mainlining Just For Men for the past 40 years.)
North Sea gas was billed as abundant, clean and inexpensive. ‘We wouldn’t use anything else,’ a young housewife called Sonia (you could still call them housewives back then) told Edmonds, proudly showing off her full grill tray of sizzling sausages and bacon. ‘It’s so cheap!’
Natural gas was the fuel of the future, so much more economical than old-fashioned gas and electricity, both of which depended on filthy old coal to generate them. And, what’s more, it was British!
Along with North Sea oil, gas would guarantee our energy independence. No longer would we be under constant threat of blackmail by the OPEC cartel, run by Bond villain Sheikh Yamani of Saudi Arabia, which had held us to economic ransom earlier in the decade. (He wasn’t known as Sheikh Your Money for nothing.)
It was boom time for the gas industry — and the advertising agencies. Cookability was followed by the ‘Tell Sid’ campaign, encouraging people to buy shares in British Gas, as the Thatcher government started selling off nationalised monopolies.
North Sea gas was billed as abundant, clean and inexpensive (Pictured: The Elgin North Sea gas platform off the coast of Scotland in 2012)
We were the masters now, free to own a piece of this brave new world. ‘Don’t you just love being in control?’ beamed Bob Hoskins in another gas commercial.
Times change. Needless to say, Britain’s rich energy inheritance was squandered by successive generations of politicians, who frittered away the revenue on welfare and an assortment of vanity projects, including a massive expansion of government and its attendant bureaucracies — both national and transnational.
Fast forward 40-odd years and natural gas is now about as fashionable as cholesterol-packed sausages and bacon for breakfast.
Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability is out. Teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony is in. Where politicians once concentrated on kitchen sink issues, such as the price of domestic gas, today they are engaged in loftier pursuits like saving the planet.
Not having a clue what to do about the everyday problems which concern the people who pay their wages — let alone the menace of Islamist terrorism and mass migration — they disguise their impotence and indifference by diving headlong into displacement activity.
Take the Paris ‘climate change’ summit. Didn’t they do well?
The developing world — India, China, Brazil — will smile benignly and simply ignore the Fantasy Island targets, by continuing to pump out toxic emissions on the basis that they’ve got a lot of catching up to do. The U.S. Congress will never agree to the deal and Obama’s on his way out anyway.
Fast forward 40-odd years and natural gas is now about as fashionable as cholesterol-packed sausages and bacon for breakfast
Can you honestly imagine Africa, the Middle East and South America making any effort to meet their obligations to combat climate change?
Precisely. This deal isn’t worth the recycled paper it’s written on.
So it will fall to Europe to save the polar bears. Having committed demographic suicide, the politicians are now hell-bent on committing economic hara-kiri.
And nowhere will the new rules be enforced more rigorously than in Britain, where our elected representatives are determined to prove they can ‘lead the world’ in tackling non-existent global warming — and to hell with the consequences for the rest of us.
Never mind the meaningless headlines about cutting greenhouse gases and restricting temperature increases to below 1.5C (whatever that is in old money). It’s all vacuous grandstanding, designed to appease the eco-fanatics and allow politicians to feel good about themselves.
What matters is what’s hidden in the small print. And here’s where it fails the cookability test.
It has emerged that in order to meet our commitments, we will have to scrap every gas cooker, gas fire and gas boiler in Britain. No gas hobs, no gas ovens, no log-effect flames in the sitting room.
And as for replacing coal-fired power stations with a new generation of clean, gas-powered installations, forget it. Under the Paris deal, all gas-fired power stations will have to shut by the mid-2030s, unless they can function without emitting carbon dioxide. Which, of course, they can’t.
The Government recently cancelled a programme of so-called ‘carbon capture’ and storage technology on the grounds that it is unproven and hideously, prohibitively expensive. It would be cheaper to re-forest the entire country.
It will fall to Europe to save the polar bears. Having committed demographic suicide, the politicians are now hell-bent on committing economic hara-kiri. (Pictured: Thousands of people demonstrate in front of the Eiffel Tower for climate change in Paris on December 12)
Actually, returning Britain to a pre-industrial landscape would appear to be the plan. If we stick to the letter of the Paris deal, we won’t have a single power station open in 20 years, with all the knock-on impact that will have on the economy.
Nuclear Power? No Thanks! — as those Eighties stickers on the side of Citroen 2CVs used to say. Can you image the Government plucking up the courage to take on Swampy and his mates to build half-a-dozen Sellafields in England’s green and pleasant?
They’re scared stiff of not just the ‘green’ lobby, but also the Not In My Backyard Brigade in the Tory shires and Northern marginals.
We’re sitting on, by some estimates, 50 years’ worth of clean, natural gas, at least as much as we found in the North Sea in the Seventies. But because of the hysteria surrounding fracking, all attempts to extract it from the ground have thus far hit a brick — or should that be a shale? — wall.
So where does that leave the 23 million British homes dependent upon gas for cooking and heating?
According the Government’s Committee on Climate Change, we can switch to heat pumps, which extract warmth from the ground and air. The only drawback is that these devices cost £12,000 a pop.
There’s always windmills and solar panels, I suppose. But you’d be better off buying a treadmill, hooking it up to the mains and generating your own electricity
And they’re not much good if you’re planning to boil a kettle, rustle up a stir-fry or live on the 99th floor of your block.
So how are we supposed to cook the Sunday roast? Stick it in a hay-box in the back garden — the previous Wednesday — and hope the foxes don’t get there first?
There’s always windmills and solar panels, I suppose. But you’d be better off buying a treadmill, hooking it up to the mains and generating your own electricity.
‘Hop on the treadmill for a few minutes, pet. Match Of The Day’s on in a minute and we’re down to our last couple of kilowatts. Give it half an hour and you’ll have worked off that packet of Hobnobs.’
You think I’m kidding? Plans are already in place to offer cheaper electricity when it’s windy or sunny.
According to a report yesterday: ‘The growth of intermittent wind and solar power is forecast to produce a new model of energy usage in which households are offered tariffs that vary with the weather, to encourage them to use renewable energy when it is available.’
Rates will vary from 4p per kilowatt hour to 67p, depending on the time of day and the weather forecast. How’s that going to work, then? I’ve heard of off-peak electricity, but this is ridiculous.
‘Oi, Doris, it’s blowing a gale out there. Quick, turn on the dishwasher and we could save enough to buy some more candles for the next round of power cuts.’
This is what happens when the bright new future of Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability gives way to the hippy-dippy sentiment of teaching the world to sing (in perfect harmony), even if that means economic ruin and plunging Britain into darkness.
It’s enough to make you want to stick your head in a gas oven.
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By Richard Littlejohn for the Daily Mail
15 December 2015
Daily Mail
Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability, that’s the beauty of GAS! If you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember that TV commercial vividly.
The catchy theme tune was written by Roger Greenaway, who also co-wrote the music for the famous Coca-Cola advert, I’d Like To Teach The World To Sing (In Perfect Harmony).
It was commissioned in 1978 by the state-owned Gas Council to encourage us to switch to recently discovered North Sea gas, which was hailed as the answer to all our energy prayers.
RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability, that’s the beauty of GAS! If you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember that TV commercial vividly
The ‘cookability’ advert came with its own funky road show, hosted by disc jockey Noel Edmonds, who doesn’t seem to have aged at all over the past four decades.
(Check out the commercial on YouTube. Either Edmonds has discovered the fountain of eternal youth or he’s been mainlining Just For Men for the past 40 years.)
North Sea gas was billed as abundant, clean and inexpensive. ‘We wouldn’t use anything else,’ a young housewife called Sonia (you could still call them housewives back then) told Edmonds, proudly showing off her full grill tray of sizzling sausages and bacon. ‘It’s so cheap!’
Natural gas was the fuel of the future, so much more economical than old-fashioned gas and electricity, both of which depended on filthy old coal to generate them. And, what’s more, it was British!
Along with North Sea oil, gas would guarantee our energy independence. No longer would we be under constant threat of blackmail by the OPEC cartel, run by Bond villain Sheikh Yamani of Saudi Arabia, which had held us to economic ransom earlier in the decade. (He wasn’t known as Sheikh Your Money for nothing.)
It was boom time for the gas industry — and the advertising agencies. Cookability was followed by the ‘Tell Sid’ campaign, encouraging people to buy shares in British Gas, as the Thatcher government started selling off nationalised monopolies.
North Sea gas was billed as abundant, clean and inexpensive (Pictured: The Elgin North Sea gas platform off the coast of Scotland in 2012)
We were the masters now, free to own a piece of this brave new world. ‘Don’t you just love being in control?’ beamed Bob Hoskins in another gas commercial.
Times change. Needless to say, Britain’s rich energy inheritance was squandered by successive generations of politicians, who frittered away the revenue on welfare and an assortment of vanity projects, including a massive expansion of government and its attendant bureaucracies — both national and transnational.
Fast forward 40-odd years and natural gas is now about as fashionable as cholesterol-packed sausages and bacon for breakfast.
Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability is out. Teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony is in. Where politicians once concentrated on kitchen sink issues, such as the price of domestic gas, today they are engaged in loftier pursuits like saving the planet.
Not having a clue what to do about the everyday problems which concern the people who pay their wages — let alone the menace of Islamist terrorism and mass migration — they disguise their impotence and indifference by diving headlong into displacement activity.
Take the Paris ‘climate change’ summit. Didn’t they do well?
The developing world — India, China, Brazil — will smile benignly and simply ignore the Fantasy Island targets, by continuing to pump out toxic emissions on the basis that they’ve got a lot of catching up to do. The U.S. Congress will never agree to the deal and Obama’s on his way out anyway.
Fast forward 40-odd years and natural gas is now about as fashionable as cholesterol-packed sausages and bacon for breakfast
Can you honestly imagine Africa, the Middle East and South America making any effort to meet their obligations to combat climate change?
Precisely. This deal isn’t worth the recycled paper it’s written on.
So it will fall to Europe to save the polar bears. Having committed demographic suicide, the politicians are now hell-bent on committing economic hara-kiri.
And nowhere will the new rules be enforced more rigorously than in Britain, where our elected representatives are determined to prove they can ‘lead the world’ in tackling non-existent global warming — and to hell with the consequences for the rest of us.
Never mind the meaningless headlines about cutting greenhouse gases and restricting temperature increases to below 1.5C (whatever that is in old money). It’s all vacuous grandstanding, designed to appease the eco-fanatics and allow politicians to feel good about themselves.
What matters is what’s hidden in the small print. And here’s where it fails the cookability test.
It has emerged that in order to meet our commitments, we will have to scrap every gas cooker, gas fire and gas boiler in Britain. No gas hobs, no gas ovens, no log-effect flames in the sitting room.
And as for replacing coal-fired power stations with a new generation of clean, gas-powered installations, forget it. Under the Paris deal, all gas-fired power stations will have to shut by the mid-2030s, unless they can function without emitting carbon dioxide. Which, of course, they can’t.
The Government recently cancelled a programme of so-called ‘carbon capture’ and storage technology on the grounds that it is unproven and hideously, prohibitively expensive. It would be cheaper to re-forest the entire country.
It will fall to Europe to save the polar bears. Having committed demographic suicide, the politicians are now hell-bent on committing economic hara-kiri. (Pictured: Thousands of people demonstrate in front of the Eiffel Tower for climate change in Paris on December 12)
Actually, returning Britain to a pre-industrial landscape would appear to be the plan. If we stick to the letter of the Paris deal, we won’t have a single power station open in 20 years, with all the knock-on impact that will have on the economy.
Nuclear Power? No Thanks! — as those Eighties stickers on the side of Citroen 2CVs used to say. Can you image the Government plucking up the courage to take on Swampy and his mates to build half-a-dozen Sellafields in England’s green and pleasant?
They’re scared stiff of not just the ‘green’ lobby, but also the Not In My Backyard Brigade in the Tory shires and Northern marginals.
We’re sitting on, by some estimates, 50 years’ worth of clean, natural gas, at least as much as we found in the North Sea in the Seventies. But because of the hysteria surrounding fracking, all attempts to extract it from the ground have thus far hit a brick — or should that be a shale? — wall.
So where does that leave the 23 million British homes dependent upon gas for cooking and heating?
According the Government’s Committee on Climate Change, we can switch to heat pumps, which extract warmth from the ground and air. The only drawback is that these devices cost £12,000 a pop.
There’s always windmills and solar panels, I suppose. But you’d be better off buying a treadmill, hooking it up to the mains and generating your own electricity
And they’re not much good if you’re planning to boil a kettle, rustle up a stir-fry or live on the 99th floor of your block.
So how are we supposed to cook the Sunday roast? Stick it in a hay-box in the back garden — the previous Wednesday — and hope the foxes don’t get there first?
There’s always windmills and solar panels, I suppose. But you’d be better off buying a treadmill, hooking it up to the mains and generating your own electricity.
‘Hop on the treadmill for a few minutes, pet. Match Of The Day’s on in a minute and we’re down to our last couple of kilowatts. Give it half an hour and you’ll have worked off that packet of Hobnobs.’
You think I’m kidding? Plans are already in place to offer cheaper electricity when it’s windy or sunny.
According to a report yesterday: ‘The growth of intermittent wind and solar power is forecast to produce a new model of energy usage in which households are offered tariffs that vary with the weather, to encourage them to use renewable energy when it is available.’
Rates will vary from 4p per kilowatt hour to 67p, depending on the time of day and the weather forecast. How’s that going to work, then? I’ve heard of off-peak electricity, but this is ridiculous.
‘Oi, Doris, it’s blowing a gale out there. Quick, turn on the dishwasher and we could save enough to buy some more candles for the next round of power cuts.’
This is what happens when the bright new future of Cook, Cook, Cook, Cookability gives way to the hippy-dippy sentiment of teaching the world to sing (in perfect harmony), even if that means economic ruin and plunging Britain into darkness.
It’s enough to make you want to stick your head in a gas oven.
Read more: Climate change deal isn't worth paper it's written on says RICHARD LITTLEJOHN | Daily Mail Online
Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on Facebook
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'World's finest chef' who cooked for Paris climate conference fined for damaging the environment - Telegraph
But the food was so Eco-Awesome!
But the food was so Eco-Awesome!
That about sums up their whole movement.
Maybe the Paris Climate talks failed because of the food again.
The 75-minute meal he prepared with Yannick Alleno, Alexandre Gauthier, Nicolas Masse and Christelle Brua began with a "Modern Freneuse turnip soup with scallops cooked in floral steam", followed by "free-range poultry from Licques, stuffed celery preserve with truffles and parsleyed creamed spinach", according to the menu.
The cheese course was an organic Reblochon from France's Mont Blanc region, and dessert was a traditional Paris Brest cake with stewed citrus fruit and a "light praline cream".
Doesn't it feel better to post something truthful for once??
There are several that are bigger, should I let you do the honors???
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Dress warm. It'll be mid-January in Saskatchewan. Dignitaries will be housed in genuine "keeper of the earth" tipis.
