The Viscount Returnith. Oh me gawd, it is the second coming of the Lord.
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From the land of the pommy eccentric – the train spotter and the amateur astronomer – comes his nibs, Viscount Monckton.
And Mr Goonan (The Daily Advertiser, November 5) and the DLP await his arrival with Frankenstein and mirth.
The gold, one presumes, will come from a mining magnate whose diligence he is doing.
Mr Goonan asks for verification of the science of global warming, not for himself of course, but for the enlightenment of the Viscount.
Having been let down by the quality of science reporting, and the insatiable blabber of the foul-mouthed Sydney-based shock jocks, Mr Goonan has every right to ask for the truth.
This is, after all, a very important issue, one that has the potential to change the face of the world.
Both the Lord and Mr Goonan must be told the scientific truth.
Here are a couple of things he could try.
The first is to go to university for say 10 years for a bachelor’s degree, a master’s degree and a PhD and then work as research scientist for say another 10 years.
Then he would be in a position to see and interpret the science first hand; perhaps even contribute to it.
This is, of course, a hard road to hoe, and it is fraught with danger.
One could find, for example, that his/her research papers are not up to scratch and are rejected by peer review.
This can happen I know as the Lord himself has had his only research paper rejected – he too has found it too hard.
An easier alternative would be to look at the Australia Bureau of Meteorology (BoM) web site, at the link “climate change”, on the home page, right side, just below the heading “explore”. Mr Goonan asks if I remember Ralph Nader?
Well yes I do. I hate to admit it but I do remember the 1960s (usually I say I do not remember the 1960s and all of my old cronies, and some of the impressionable youth, find that very funny).
I remember the Beatles, long-haired hippies, the Vietnam War, conscription, the Moratorium Marches, good old Bob Santamaria – oh the nostalgia.
Now, wasn’t Ralph Nader the dangerous radical who had the cheek to point out that the Ford Pinto had the fuel tank as the main source of impact absorption for rear-end collisions?
It worked like an air-bag (in reverse) in that it blew up and created a small mushroom cloud on the freeway after a small bump.
And yes, being of that generation, I have noted that the number of people on this little planet is now about three times what it was when I was born, and that at present 3/2 of them go to bed with empty bellies.
Perhaps, just perhaps, it was the smart left like Ralph Nader who have averted the food wars by exposing a morality that works contrary to the interests of a greedy few.
In the meantime, we still have petrol and alternative definitions of God to fight over.
Graeme White
Wagga