The Admission I’d Like To Hear…

     

“I’m a foolish old man who’s been drawn into a wild goose chase by a harpie in trousers and a nincompoop.”

Though I doubt they can–hell, they can’t even sound coherent with professional NYT writers at their beck and call–when the money finally runs out for the AGW scam, I would like to hear just one of the profits prophets of Thermageddon admit their folly as eloquently as Rooster Cogburn.

But who is the “harpie” and who the “nincompoop…?”

I’d have to go with Gore for “harpie” because of the whole sex poodle/chakra thing, and the fact that he is only a tool–a rich one, I’ll grant you–of Soros and Strong.

And while there is a cacophony of candidates for “nincompoop,” I’m going with Hansen. He is so wedded to his Earth = Venus idiocy that each new reproof drives him further around the bend from reality. At this point, he is openly falsifying temperature records to support his fantasy and pretending–or deluding himself–that no one notices.

Then again “nincompoop” typically implies innate retardation rather than late onset insanity. Ah well, I’ve made my selections. What. Say. You?