Thursday, March 08, 2018

In which the pond's day is made complete, and climate scientists completely and utterly refuted by the world's greatest climate scientist ...


Every so often the reptiles deliver what used to be called in the old days an "unsullied pleasure."

If the pond might delve into esoteric arcana for the moment, it might recall a portion of text in Saint Nikodimos's The Philokalia as an example:

"When the contemplative intellect enter this state it gives the incentive power and desire their freedom, transmuting desire into the unsullied pleasure and pure ravishment of an intense love for Moorice and for the reptiles, and the incensive power into spiritual fervour, an ever-active fiery élan, a self-possessed frenzy."

Put it another way. For too long, Moorice has rested on his reputation as the preeminent climate scientist, a man nonpareil amongst ordinary mortals …but there are times when Moorice leaves the jungle and walks amongst the reptiles like a visionary seer, and when Moorice moves, lightning stands still ...


Chilling facts fresh from the Moorice freezer!

Only Moorice with his astonishing breadth of vision could explain why climate change theories are wrong, and how he and a few acolytes could modestly claim to understand the truth …and reveal the outrageous dissembling of the Fairfaxians and their faux claim to scientific understanding.

When this happens, the pond does nothing but admire. Oh pedants might quibble about Moorice's scientific credentials or papers published and peer reviewed, or the amount of field work he does, or any other nonsense of the kind that humbugs use as they seek to justify their religious beliefs.

Moorice has need of none of it.

Moorice has the strength of ten tigers, Moorice is rough with Fairfaxian roughnecks, the words of Moorice turn the blood and the world to ice, Moorice has a thousand eyes and a thousand ears, when Moorice scribbles, you listen, and,  it goes without saying, he who looks upon Moorice's face will die a horrible death, and it is a terror for wicked climate scientists to awake in the darkness and see Moorice looming… (with apologies).



The pond is replete, its cuppeth overfloweth, and how quickly Moorice smites and smotes his enemies, and how soon all that Arctic warmth is put in its place, and how soon the sun returns to worry us all …
and how easily the "science" is dismissed.

That's all it takes - inverted commas. Use them correctly and it immediately becomes apparent that the "science" is a humbug nonsense, with Moorice as the guide to all that is true, just and wise …

Try these handy scientific tools on anything, and you'll soon learn how well they work. Faced with climate disruption?

Put it in its place by reminding the world we're actually talking about "climate disruption".

There, see how easy it is …and remember always talk of faith and indoctrination and religion and 'leets and suchlike, because this is guaranteed scientific terminology, up there, it has to be said, with St. Nikodimos ...


The Donald excluded!

Every so often, the reptiles wonder why their circulation is dropping. Could it be that they are aiming for the level of cult insight and readership offered by the Speccie mob?

It's possible.

Moorice doesn't rest until peace is upon the world, and climate denialism stalks the pages of the lizard Oz …

Remember, Moorice only warns once, or perhaps a zillion times, and when Moorice is angry, the Fairfaxians and the cardigans at BOM and the ABC shake (and just wait until Moorice gets to hear about the bit-coin mining that went down in Victoria!)

And now for an after dinner mint, the Rowe himself has produced a couple of cartoons celebrating the scientific Donald …(remembering that the scientific Rowe can always be found here).

One featured a pitiful figure ...



But the others got the pond excited by the references …



After Gillray …


But it was the next Rowe that really got the pond going …


It seems likely that Rowe was thinking of the Titanic, and the race to the lifeboats, what with the iceberg just ahead, and the resemblance of the Donald to Leonard DiCaprio - or perhaps Kate Winslet - so startling, so vivid, so "real" …

But the pond suddenly remembered that immortal Punch cartoon about Bismarck, which first turned up in March 1890 and then had a ghostly reprise in March 1915, at a time when the world had revolved a few times ...

 

It's been a handy notion ever since …



But of all the variations, in relation to the Donald, and Moorice himself, this one works best for the pond …

5 comments:

  1. Ahh, Moorice back to his insanely asinine best, even pointing to 'Watts Up With That' and the United Nations (Dame Snap will be ever so chuffed) but totally ignoring all the reptile and IPA locals. Quite made my day, DP (so far :-) )

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    1. The pond trusts the day got better for you GB… it must have got better!

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    2. It doesn't take much to 'make my day' in these besotted, wasteland times, DP. A Mad Moorice in full cry will do it every time :-) Especially given that he's doing everything in his powerlessness to make a wasteland even more destitute.

      Trouble is he's old enough (79yo) to miss out on the full, long term enjoyment of his handiwork. But he has six kids apparently, so his sin will pass on down through the generations.

      But I do find it a complete and maddening mystery how one as openly imbecilic as Moorice can end up a multi-millionaire. Unless, maybe, he inherited many multi-millions and by virtue of his financial expertise has lost most of it to end up just a basic "multi" millionaire. That I could grasp.

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  2. For your amusement - different nut-job but same tune. Follow the string to see how much support he got. https://twitter.com/AlanJones/status/971501437833195520

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    1. Now that was a befuddling experience ...

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