and no matter what the bartender's friend tells you...
...you really don't play a better game of chess when you're drunk. Really. Had the guy beat, too.
Remember that Ron Suskind piece in the New York Times Magazine a couple of years ago now, the one about the differences between empire and the "reality-based community"? A remark so profoundly, obscenely, monumentally arrogrant, we all thought that come November '04, it'd be the 'Zilla-sized epitath for the Bush Administration. Good times.
Anywho, November '04 came and went, but reality, that poisonous bitch, she just stop hanging around the party, telling her fucked up, whoa-that's-not-funny stories, killing buzz after buzz after buzz.
But on they party, and another all-nighter in the making - maybe you got the flyer? - is a blah blah-fest over un-President Al Gore's starring role in a movie based around a lecture on climate change and global warming he'd developed, in between teaching journalism and putting together a television station (say what you want about Al Gore the politician, the man, the whatever, but my guess is there won't be many classes Shrub will be putting together syllabi for in the near future. Or ever. And ever).
Blah blah "lack of precision," blah blah, "not my SUV's fault," blah blah, "like a Nazi propaganda film," and blah.
We used to have hurricane parties in Florida, but it was mostly just an excuse for our parents to drink beer. The "Inconvenient Truth" party is just that - just another excuse to act the fool, when you should really be paying attention to the weather.
There's a thing proselytizers will say, that whether or not you believe in God, God, you see, God, He believes in you. And the beautiful/horrible thing about climate change, about the body of science around human-influenced global warming, is that it simply just does not matter what you believe.
Because climate change? Climate change promises to believe in you, baby.
(links courtesy Think Progress and the Progressive Review)
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