Loons in Cancun
Another costly United Nations conference on wealth redistribution under the guise of climate change has come to a predictable close.
"Experts" trotted out disputed "science" to buttress predictions of climate cataclysms. Notes British columnist Christopher Booker in The Telegraph, the same United Kingdom National Weather Service computer that predicted a four-degree rise in global temperatures over the next 50 years also "has consistently got every one of its winter and summer forecasts hopelessly wrong" over the past three years.
Climate cluckers couldn't come to terms on arbitrary emissions cuts. But they did come up with a "Green Climate Fund" to shuffle $100 billion in aid by 2020 to poor nations. No details yet on how deeply the duly concerned intend to reach into Uncle Sam's wallet.
What unfolded over two weeks was more of a circus than any meaningful scientific consensus on complex global weather patterns. The direction was set with an opening prayer to Ixchel, the Mayan mood goddess.
And how strange that no one mentioned the "carbon footprint" left by thousands of pampered delegates, who didn't get to Cancun by paddling canoes.
From this nonsense Mr. Booker derives a fitting conclusion. "The global warming scare may have been fun for the children while it lasted, but the time has come for the joke to be declared well and truly over."