Oh, I think my thought processes are fairly acute.
I think - hell, I *know* - that you were gullible
enough to join the Global Warming Cult and pay
tribute to its pope, Algore. You've bought into
the most magnificent long con ever mounted in the
history of Mankind, a hustle so good that the marks
not only don't expect to see the payoff until after
they CROAK, but go around fervently recruiting new
marks to fund the con. It's fucking brilliant, I
gotta hand it to you. The marks jump at the chance
to pay for "green" energy and products...which work
half as well and cost three times as much as the
real ones. And you have a new Virgin Madonna, Saint
Greta Cuntberp, who will doubtless be awarded the
Nobel Piece Prize for cutting herself in on a piece
of the action at such a tender age, walking in the
footsteps of Barack Hussein O'Butthole, who was awarded
the same prize based on the melanin content of his
epidermis, although I seem to be harboring an alternate
memory of his having found it at the bottom of a box of
Cracker-Jacks, or maybe it was a bucket of KFC. No matter...
Boy Howdy, Pete, that's a killer hustle y'all got, and if my
IQ were only 50 points lower (better make that 100, come
to think of it) I'd gleefully hop on the bandwagon, waving the
same same glorious red banners as the rest of you, shouting
"Orange Man Bad," wearing a Che T-shirt, singing the Mickey
Maoist Club theme song ("Who's the leader of the gang that
hates the USA? B - A - R, A - C - K, O - B - A - M - A!")
and farting egregiously from having eaten all that fucking
kale.
Look downward, Pete...see that withered round thing you're
holding? That's you ASS, Junior, and I'm going to hand it
to you every time you try to pull any of that Extreme Climate
Change horse-shit around here.
Lord Valve, ThD
Climate Debunker