[img]1|left|||no_popup[/img] As you know, the universal threat of man-caused global warming is just as easy to prove as the contention that there is a God.
Unlike scientists, though, religious advocates cannot retreat into a cave, hire whoring lobbyists — Al Gore comes to mind — and then flood the planet’s print and electronic media with deliberately arcane feel-good data that purports to show we are all going to burn up sometime before a date that cannot be revealed because that would create a paper trail.
No matter how many how many theories or how much statistical data you compile, you will be unable to demonstrate that there is a God or that global warming is driving the planet to doom, probably within the next decade.
Yesterday’s news was that Swish announced he will attend the United Nations’ conference on climate change next month in Copenhagen.
C.C., as we former whiz kids prefer to call climate change, is the appropriately vague substitute name for global warming just in case, mind you, the worldwide mercury takes a hankering to go in the opposite direction.
That way, whether the world gets colder — as it presently is — or warmer, the hot-breathed global warmies can claim victory.
I am trying to discern what the President of the United States is going to tell these latter day Keystone Kops from elsewhere on earth who believe we may all blow up before the next edition.
Swish is going to educate them?
May I Sit at Your Feet in Awe?
For about 6 months, Swish has struggled to explain healthcare reform — what he wants or what a final form should look like — without coming close to reaching brilliant people let alone the rest of us.
Swish fell on his significant nose last summer in stuttering and then failing to interpret the half-finished cap-and-trade legislation.
When he tried to explain his Middle East peace policy, the Israelis and Palestinians sneaked behind his back and said, “Let’s start shooting at each other again. At least then both of us will comprehend what the other is saying.”
When Swish and Sway tried to explain a couple dozen times since August whether he is going to accede to Gen. McChrystal’s request for 40,000 more troops in Afghanistan, he made so many rhetorical switchbacks reporters got dizzy and left the room.
When he tried to explain how slickly he was going to fulfill his first and most showcased pledge, to close down Gitmo exactly one year after being inaugurated, he backpedaled so furiously he looked like an alcoholic elephant roller blading, backward, down the North Face of the Rockies in a blizzard.
Clear Your Throat, Swish
Fortunately, the publicity machine over at the Washington national headquarters for Whores for Obama keeps reminding us that Swish is the greatest communicator since Cicero.
They didn’t tell us they meant Cicero the Cat.
As you further know, if you have heard one Swish speech, you have traveled the full landscape of his mind — unless he strikes his left thumb with a hammer.
If you read newspapers, listen to the radio, comb the internet and watch television regularly, have you heard Swish interpret one concept you understood?
Meanwhile, Swish is turning the exhausted staff of the Obama Travel Agency into rag dolls as he strreaks back and forth across the planet to visit adoring fans.
After Copenhagen, he will jet to Oslo, bow deeply as is his unique custom, and then accept his richly deserved Nobel Peace Prize.
In keeping with his high-gloss image as a master communicator, Swish has not yet disclosed what he did to earn the prize, but he has indicated that he will explain after he solves world hunger or outlaws sin in Albania.
