Email is the swiftest and cleanest means of communication in world history.
But far more importantly for those who wish to swap ideas about global
warming and the evil USA, email has no beaches. It has no topless lovelies
with a pubic postage stamp for public modesty, with a pina colada for one to
sip upon while one gazes upon their winsome undulations. Email has no
nightclubs where delegates can gather after soaping off their weddings
rings, there to begin the smooch-n-snog-n-shag cycle that makes global
warming conferences essential for those who wish to save the planet
(naturally, I exclude the Hibernian delegates, whose austere and vegetarian
celibacy makes even Gandhi seem like President Zuma on Viagra). But if only
email had beaches, our eco-warriors could share their thoughts that way,
thereby sparing the world the airliner-laid carpets of stratospheric
condensation and carbon dioxide to Durban and back. But where's the fun in
You might remember, it was 2003 when I made the statement that the idea that manmade gases, CO2, are causing catastrophic global warming is the greatest hoax ever perpetrated on the American people. I was hated at that time, but now people realize I was right. That, by the way, is the title of my book that’s going to come out in January.
Think about this for a moment: a $5 million grant could have made this project economic. Through the magic of the CDM, though, Kyoto signatories will be paying Qatar $128 million (discounted to the present) for it instead.
And that is a charitable interpretation. Could QP really not have negotiated the capital cost down from $260 million to $255 million? That would have made the project profitable without carbon credits.