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The last (and most eloquent) words this weekend on global warming lunacy belong to the Wall Street Journal’s Bret Stephens.

This last item is, of course, a forecast, not an empirical observation. But it raises a useful question: If even slight global cooling remains evidence of global warming, what isn’t evidence of global warming? What we have here is a nonfalsifiable hypothesis, logically indistinguishable from claims for the existence of God. This doesn’t mean God doesn’t exist, or that global warming isn’t happening. It does mean it isn’t science.

With commentators like Stephens and Chris Uhlmann joining Bolt and Blair at the vanguard of the sceptics’ charge, the Geobels Warning crowd must be getting a tad nervous.

More depressing appeasement news from Pommiestan.

Two schoolboys were given detention after refusing to kneel down and ‘pray to Allah’ during a religious education lesson.
Parents were outraged that the two boys from year seven (11 to 12-year-olds) were punished for not wanting to take part in the practical demonstration of how Allah is worshipped.

Ironic isn’t it, that when the old dart finally comes under sharia law, the first heads to roll will be those of politically correct public servants such as teachers and cops.

Another ratbag off on an incredible journey:

It must be the season for airborne nutters.

We told you earlier today about unusually cold weather in the southern hemisphere. More gloom now from the global top end for end-is-nigh climate alarmists.

Now, though, a new Dutch study of 17 years of satellite measurements of ice movement in western Greenland concludes that the speedup of the ice is a transient summertime phenomenon, with the overall yearly movement of the grinding glaciers not changing, and actually dropping slightly in some places, when measured over longer time spans.

Who hasn’t got a soft spot for ratbags with an obsession who actually do something about their concerns?

On the first of June, two men and a rabbit set sail from the port of Long Beach, bound for Hawaii, on a raft made of junk. Their cabin is the cockpit of a Cessna 310, white with a blue racing stripe, salvaged from the desert. It floats on a system of handmade pontoons — 15,000 plastic bottles held together with recycled nets — propelled by currents and wind. If it sounds dangerous and makeshift, that’s the point. The pilots of Junk, as the vessel is called, want to get your attention.

Dogs and muslims seem to trigger attacks of lunacy in British police.

Police sniffer dogs will have to wear bootees when searching the homes of Muslims so as not to cause offence.
Guidelines being drawn up by the Association of Chief Police Officers (Acpo) urge awareness of religious sensitivities when using dogs to search for drugs and explosives.

Hey Plod, the world is laughing at you.

Amazing, on Insiders, ABC political editor Chris Uhlmann just delivered a terrific spray to global warming alarmists. “Lunatics” and “hair shirts” were mentioned.
Uhlmann also raised a point mentioned here: namely, if we can’t trust the local weather bureau to give an accurate forecast about the climate three days out, why the hell should we believe the predictions of an amalgam of world weather bureaux for how the climate will behave in 100 years time.
I’ll post in full when the transcript becomes available. That’s if it becomes available. It is our green-Marxist ABC after all, and Uhlmann has just spouted heresy.

Looks like Rudd’s high priest of the global warming religion is of the money changing in the temple variety.
The company he heads is a shock, horror, earth raper.
And worse, it exploits third worlders.

Lihir Gold’s operation is located on Niolam Island, 900 kilometres north of Port Moresby in the New Ireland Province of Papua New Guinea. As Niolam Island is the principal island of the Lihir Group, it is generally referred to as Lihir Island.

Ooooh, that manmade global warming is going to melt us in our beds, isn’t it?
Er, not quite yet.

Heavy snow is blanketing parts of the north island of New Zealand which have not seen falls for years.

It looks as if all the dodgy science, censorship, brainwashing and lies produced by manmade global warming myth spreaders has been in vain.
An overwhelming public response of outrage and disgust has greeted Professor Ross Garnaut’s report on an emission trading scheme supposedly to stop manmade global warming, a phenomenon that no one has proved exists.
If adopted, Garnaut’s recommendations would cause the price of fuel to rocket even higher and power bills to at least double. Hundreds of thousands of industrial workers would become jobless, whole regions would be bankrupted and third world conditions would prevail across the nation.
In just a few hours yesterday, hundreds of Herald Sun readers commented on stories and at blogs, indicating that once the public is confronted with the cost of this windmill-tilting, any government implementing such policies is headed quickly to oblivion.
Note the way the Liberals have wriggled their way around this issue, knowing that to take a rational stand at this stage is to invite neo-McCarthyist hysteria.
So they throw up Greg Hunt as their token genuflector to manmade global warming.
Now, I know he’s full of boyish enthusiasm, but those darting eyes and fixed cheesy grin won’t take him to the top of the plausibility poll, so no one takes any notice of him, anyway.
And he’ll fade into insignificance when the union rank and file realise what this nonsense will cost in jobs.
I make no secret that I regard manmade global warming as a myth exploited by idealogues and grants-chasers who have no respect whatsoever for science.
But if I were still to decide on the matter I would be just as angry with how the issue has been laid before the public.
Debate has been denied, sceptics have been defamed and outrageous claims have gone unchallenged. With few exceptions the mainstream media has abandoned principles of open inquiry and objective reporting. That is a disgrace, regardless of where you stand on the matter, particularly when the national economy is at stake.
Fortunately the elites — who go along with the myth for their various self-serving reasons — are just that: brahmans far removed from daily struggles, problem solving and common sense.
They’re in for a shock and endless embarrassment when firstly, the ordinary people revolt against their bulldust-based tyranny; and secondly, when their hare-brained prophecies fail to eventuate.

Lily-livered British plods have gone all contrite over using a cute pup to promote their new help-line.

The mutt’s image upset whining members of Scotland’s muslim community.
Why would they be concerned about the police anyway? Much of the population refers to them as pigs.
Almost everyone else just laughs at them for being politically correct fools.
Remember when the police were Britain’s most revered institution?

Laughed fit to bust when I read this at Bolta’s blog:

Presently doing the rounds,with apologies to AB Paterson:

For years I brown-nosed bastards from the Centre to the Right,
I fiddled with the numbers and I suck-holed day and night.
And when they wouldn’t have me, waited for the next election,
And then I bitched so loudly I was given pre-selection.
And now I make the bastards pay,
So if you need a deal
Remember who you’re talking to,
Belinda f—ing Neal.

But now it’s all been squared away, the matter put to rest,
Della’s apologised to himself, the thing he does the best.
“We’re sorry, sir and madam, for the hell we’ve put you through,
And if you come to visit, there’s a free meal here for you”.
His one mistake was stamping it
With his “Della Bosca” Seal.
He should have let me do it,
I’m Belinda F—ing Neal!

Bob of Canberra (Reply)

A most impressive world record.

I read this the other day and The Castle’s marvellous rebuke for unrealisable fantasies sprang to mind: Tell him he’s dreamin’, I muttered.

AT Australian Development Strategies, we think that Labor’s Darren McCubbin has a pretty good chance of winning Gippsland.

Um, the actuality:
The National Party has declared victory in the Gippsland by-election.
MP Darren Chester was declared the winner of the Victorian seat just a few hours after the polls closed.

The US Democrats and a compliant media would have you believe all is just peachy between the Clintons and Barack Obama.
Not quite so, it seems.
The Telegraph has learned that the former president’s rage is still so great that even loyal allies are shocked by his patronising attitude to Mr Obama, and believe that he risks damaging his own reputation by his intransigence.
A senior Democrat who worked for Mr Clinton has revealed that he recently told friends Mr Obama could “kiss my ass” in return for his support.

Worrying times ahead:
A former head of Mossad has warned that Israel has 12 months in which to destroy Iran’s nuclear programme or risk coming under nuclear attack itself. He also hinted that Israel might have to act sooner if Barack Obama wins the US presidential election.

As the kids say — WTF! Organisers of Nelson Mandela’s 90th birthday party really showed their appreciation of the old revolutionary when they put drug-ridden skank Amy Winehouse on the bill.
And didn’t Mandela bring out the sodden lettuce leaf to belt Robert Mugabe when he described the murderous tyrant’s reign as “a failure of leadership”? It’s a wonder he didn’t produce the left’s favourite non-judgemental term: “inappropriate”.
English colleague raised a chuckle the other day when he recalled how back in the days of the fight for Rhodesian independence an English peer would refer to Mugabe as “Ee-ba-goom” — a close approximation of his name pronounced backwards.

UPDATE:
Business as usual in Zimbabwe.

A baby boy had both legs broken by supporters of President Robert Mugabe to punish his father for being an opposition councillor in Zimbabwe.

And when the hell is someone from Australian media going to confront Malcolm Fraser on the monster he helped create?

Rafe, a regular commenter here, has brought to mind the great Australian Sir John Monash.
In turn, mention of Monash always brings to mind a wonderful book of poems, AnniVersaries, by the sublimely talented Timoshenko Aslanides which carries a poem for every day of the Australian Year. This, from February 10, is my favourite:

GENERAL CONSENSUS IN JERILDERIE

Noon and heat: Jerilderie. Dust drifts like sheep.
A crow swears high behind a boy’s left shoulder,
then slides offensiveness glissando down to silence.
A horse is slow, shuffles its hooves and stops.
‘What’s your name, my boy?’ The presence, and question, commanding.
In the time it takes to take one’s time to speak,
Edward Kelly dismounted around his chestnut mare,
and bridle in hand, presented it to the lad.
‘Jackie Monash, Sir,’ looking up and eyes
and beard and breadth; two smiles refresh the day,
He grips the bridle in his right, without needing to look,
and runs his left along the horse’s neck.
‘Her name is ‘Mirth’, the big man says, talking down
without talking down, ‘can you hold her half an hour?’
and tapping his horse’s flank at K reversed on E,
he turns to attend to letter, bank and myth,
‘Ned Kelly’, he said, shaking then filling the child’s hand.
Jackie spent the shilling; could never spend the story.

Here’s another new feature on the Geelong landscape: the ring road bridge over the Moorabool River at Fyansford.

Dammit! Yet more highly convincing proof of manmade global warming.