Not Rocket Science

Mike Mann has important things to say, and says them well, in an op-ed for The Washington Post.

10 responses to “Not Rocket Science

  1. On that note, a great recent lecture here by Professor Kevin Anderson, once again Kevin pulls few punches.

    Anything by Kevin is worth a read/watch IMO.

  2. In same paper there were several articles on Climate Change the last week, and today this

    High court declines to extend halt to climate change lawsuit:

    A WH document said they’re expecting 7 degrees Fahrenheit by end of century.

  3. A decade ago climate change deniers were telling us that scientists like Mike Mann would all be in prison by now, and op-eds on climate would all be being written by former tobacco scientists recycled as climatologists.

    • And not only that, we’d be in a Neo-Maunder-Minimum-caused “Little Ice Age.”

    • A decade ago Climate deniers were insulting climate scientists for projecting CAGW, catastrophic anthropogenic climate change. Scientists maintained that they were not predicting catastrophy. Now scientists say that changes will be catastrophic if we do not take strong actiion soon..

      • Not sure what your point is?

        And which scientists, exactly? I think that the substance of what was then being predicted was precisely a “catastrophe”. C.f., for just one notable example, “Six Degrees”, which I wrote about here:

        Lynas, of course, is a writer, not a scientist, but his book is, as I put it, a “synthesis” of then-available research–which means that all of the papers upon which he based the text predate 2008.

  4. I hope everybody votes tomorrow.

    • Voted 2 weeks ago. All I can say is that the Republicans have certainly made the process simpler for me. If they have an R by their name, I vote agin’ em. If I see a hard advertising a bunch of Republicans and they are also stumping for an unaffiliated candidate, I vote agin’ em.

  5. I voted this morning. Straight D ticket.

    • My experience:

      Just got back from voting… no long lines at our little country precinct. It was in the school cafeteria, which has all of 10 tables. We waited a couple of minutes while people chatted; most of them knew each other, and didn’t hold our newbie status against us.

      We drove back through the countryside, and the autumn leaves swirled in the turbulent air as the clouds scudded. At odd moments the sun would break through like a shot of lemon in a waterglass. The car radio gave us Blood, Sweat and Tears’ “Spinning Wheel”, and we moseyed around the last bend before home in a swirl of yellow against the dark cedars.

      Winds of change?