The President pulled a climate change agreement with China out of his hat whilst summiteering. Cue the GOP noise machine: blah, blah, blah. Fuck it and fuck them. This is the first time the Chicom guvmint has acknowledged it needs to kick its coal addiction. (Did you notice the #tbh moment with the whole Chinese Communist acronym thing? I felt like Henry Luce or Tricky Dick for a second there.) It’s quite an accomplishment whatever Mitch (I am not a Scientist) McConnell and the incoming environment committee chaircreep and past malaka of the week, Jim Fucking Inhofe say. Fuck it and fuck them.
In addition to the overwhelming scientific evidence, I’m feeling as anecdotal as hell. It’s fucking cold by our standards here in New Orleans. It’s drizzly, dark, and nasty as I write this. There’s a freeze warning tonight, so I broke down and turned on the heater. (Cue the local news stories about the citrus crop in Plaquemines Parish.) We rarely run the heater until *after* Turkey Day, but it’s Dr. A’s birthday and one shouldn’t freeze one’s ass off on one’s birthday, should one? One is apparently no longer the loneliest number.
I believe in climate change even though I am not a scientist. I am, however, married to one. I’ll give the good old Grateful Dead the last word: