Al Gore Roasting on an Open Fire
He sweat like a pig; he might taste like one as well.
Not quite done. Still a little pink.
If we’re still worried about the polar ice caps, btw, send Gore to Spitsbergen for a little R&R. He’s a one-man cold front:
In the Department of Delicious Irony, we see that the Al Gore Effect has struck the Copenhagen conference:
World leaders flying into Copenhagen today to discuss a solution to global warming will first face freezing weather as a blizzard dumped 10 centimeters (4 inches) of snow on the Danish capital overnight.
“Temperatures will stay low at least the next three days,” Henning Gisseloe, an official at Denmark’s Meteorological Institute, said today by telephone, forecasting more snow in coming days. “There’s a good chance of a white Christmas.”
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Denmark has a maritime climate and milder winters than its Scandinavian neighbors. It hasn’t had a white Christmas for 14 years, under the DMI’s definition, and only had seven last century.
No wonder China is telling everyone to [bleep] off:
China has refused to even discuss actually reducing its current greenhouse gas pollution because that would go contrary to the country’s rapid pace of economic growth. It says it will cut emissions as a percentage of future economic growth but has balked at international verification and monitoring, calling that a threat to its sovereignty. Instead it prefers to act as its own watchdog on compliance.
“Its own watchdog”: reports don’t indicate whether China said that with a straight face, but I’m not sure even a guard at Buckingham Palace could refrain from bending over and slapping a knee at that one.
Watchdogs are a delicacy over there.