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The Climate Clown Car: Five Bureaucrats, 85 Scientists, and a Whole Lot of Bovine Feces
Let’s play a game called “What Happens When Bureaucrats Pretend to Be Scientists?” Spoiler alert: you get a government-issued climate report written by five insiders, reviewed by exactly no one, blessed by the Department of Energy, and promptly incinerated by 85 actual scientists with functioning brains and a shred of academic dignity.
This wasn’t a debate. It was a demolition.
The DOE’s latest climate stunt is less science and more séance. They summoned the ghost of Big Oil Past, channeled deregulation dreams, and tried to rewrite decades of peer-reviewed climate research using what appears to be a dartboard, a Ouija board, and a fossil fuel prayer circle led by the ghost of Enron.
And the media? Crickets. Because this isn’t about science anymore. It’s about careers. Control. Who gets the grant money and who gets the microphone. The scientists doing actual work? Silenced. The bureaucrats playing dress-up in lab coats? Promoted.
Let’s not pretend this is new.
Science got hijacked sometime in the 1970s when Time Magazine plastered “The Coming Ice Age” on its cover like it was the Book of Revelation. Then by the late ‘80s, we were all going to fry like eggs on a sidewalk thanks to Global Warming. Cue Al Gore, jet-setting around the globe warning us to sell our cars, ride bikes, and plant kale — while he built a mansion big enough to house a small European country. And then for the past several years we had to listen to that little fool Greta Thunberg, who doesn’t know her ass from a cold front!
Climate hysteria became the hottest gig in town. The apocalypse became a business model. And business is booming.
Here’s the truth they won’t say on CNN: climate science stopped being about the climate the second it became a grant-chasing, career-making, reputation-shielding, narrative-feeding racket.
You want to make it in this world? Easy.
Parrot the party line. Use the right buzzwords. Say the Earth has twelve minutes to live, unless we ban plastic straws, eat bugs, and funnel $7 trillion through the United Nations.
But dare to question? Suggest that maybe the models are flawed? Maybe the data’s been massaged like a five-star spa client? Maybe there’s more nuance than the church of Climate Certainty allows? Congratulations — you’re unemployed. Unfunded. Labeled a heretic. Enjoy your new job at the gas station.
That DOE report? It’s the cherry on top of a bureaucratic banana split.
Five authors hand-picked by the same agency that wants to roll back environmental regulation suddenly discover — shocker — that climate risks might be overstated.
Eighty-five actual scientists — climatologists, researchers, people who know what a control group is — respond with a 400-page takedown so thorough it might as well have been titled, “How to Spot Propaganda in a Lab Coat.”
But here’s the part that should make your blood boil: this nonsense report is being used to challenge the EPA’s 2009 “endangerment finding” — the legal spine of everything from car emission rules to power plant restrictions. Yank that out, and every fossil fuel lobbyist in D.C. does a victory lap around K Street.
And you think it’s just politics? Think again. This is about the foundation of environmental law being quietly kneecapped while the media focuses on Taylor Swift’s latest boyfriend.
Meanwhile, our schools are feeding kids a steady diet of doomsday Kool-Aid, loaded with predictions that never came true. I’ve got a list — an actual list — of 180 climate predictions made since 1967. Sea levels swallowing New York. Arctic summers gone by 2013. Europe becoming a Sahara. You know how many of those came true? Zero. Nada. Zilch.
But sure, keep letting those “experts” set the school curriculum.
And then they wonder why public trust in science is circling the drain.
Science — real science — welcomes scrutiny. It demands doubt. But climate science today has become a church with no tolerance for infidels. And if you don’t tithe to the narrative, they’ll burn you at the stake. Metaphorically, for now.
Someone once said: “There is nothing harder than trying to convince someone who can’t accept the fact that they are wrong, even in the face of direct evidence.”
We are neck-deep in that reality.
But I’ll tell you what I’m not: I’m not bought. I’m not briefed. I’m not funded by anyone who wants a particular answer. I’m just a pissed-off American with a spine and a keyboard, watching the same circus roll into town under a new name every few years.
And if you think I’m angry, good. That means you’re paying attention.
Because if we don’t start calling this out for what it is — not science, but spectacle — then don’t be surprised when the only thing left burning hotter than the Earth… is the last shred of truth.
Now pass the Kool-Aid. I want to toast the death of common sense.