Bishop Hill Scaring the proles
Mar 31, 2012 Climate: other A commenter called Sleepalot posted this on the thread about Mike Hulme's new climate course (for context see here).
Today we have scaring the proles. Yesterday,
We had narrative writing. And tomorrow morning,
we will be taxing them into the dirt. But today,
Today we have scaring the proles. CO2 bubbles
harmlessly through coral reefs east of Papua New Guinea,
And today we have scaring the proles.
This is the adjusted temperature data. And this
Is the residual anomaly, whose use you will see,
when you are given your graphs. And this is the raw temperature data,
Which in your case you have not got. The trees
stand unflinching, steadfast against all adversity,
Which in our case we have not got.
Now this is the graph, and you hold it like so,
And you cover this end with your thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone grinning. You can keep a straight face,
if you have enough faith in the Cause. The daisies
shadow the lawn with their leaves, never letting anyone see
Any one of them grinning.
And this you can see is our model result. The pupose of this
is to extend our reach. As you see, We can change these
parameters just as much as we please: we call this
building consensus. And rapidly backwards and forwards,
the advocates are alarming and corrupting MPs:
They call it building consensus.
They call it building consensus: it's easy enough
if you can keep a straight face: like the trend,
and the scale, and the narrative, and the tipping point,
which in our case we have not got; and the skeptics
excluded from every arena, and the advocates going backwards and forwards,
For today we have scaring the proles.
Reader Comments (62)
scaring the proles...indeed! here's Morsetti again:
Facebook: William Hague's Notes: Guest Post from Rear Admiral Neil Morisetti
posted by William Hague on Thursday, March 22, 2012 at 2:29am
The scientific evidence on climate change is clear. Climate change is happening now and it will continue to happen...
So why is this a national security issue?...
Today’s conference on Climate and Resource Security is part of that vision. It will look at the national and international policies needed to address this challenge and launch a sustained debate on the security threats of climate change. It will build on past successes, such as last year’s UN Security Council debate but also sets concrete outcomes for the future. Outcomes that we hope will shape our domestic and international action and create the right conditions for reaching an international agreement in 2015 that safeguards and sustains the future of our planet for generations to come.
http://www.facebook.com/notes/william-hague/guest-post-from-rear-admiral-neil-morisetti/264325146989944
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Randall Jarrett--Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
Sleepalot: "Lines like: Unmindful of the tyranny of facts, did brutal and unmentionable acts, upon Earth's ancient climate history, according to his own philosophy,"... just come straight at you."
Just don't stop, Sleepalot; just please don't stop... you're dynamite for sanity.
I confess i had never heard of the original poem. I was never big on poetry. Talking of war poetry, I am always movd by Wilfred Owen's "Dilce et Decorum Est".
Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
It wasn't until I read this aloud to my wife that I realized it was a poem. And a damn good one. Brilliant!
Brilliant! This gives me more of a “we’ve won” feeling than Climategate. (And we’ve won fairly)
Excellent peer-reviewing too.
The left-wing pacifist teachers in my day who gave us Reed to read weren’t like today’s left-wing pacifist teachers ;)
Art for Climatologists 101
Now take out your graphs and we’ll start ‘em.
I’ll read out the data. You chart ‘em.
Remember it’s fine
To hide the decline
For “Ars est celare artem”.
Shub,
"Summoned by your fears. You need me, you feed me"
Damn, sure sounds like the CAGW machine to me.
Another one, this from 'Do not look down'. Like an ode to Mann, or Skepticalscience,...et al
[...]
Claims and values
Charts of means and status
Plaques to show your strife
Do your neighbour clones approve
Picture perfect illustration
Imitation of life
Where the path is evened out
All obstructions removed
Great viable citizen
Are you happy now?
Then praise your God and bow
Shimmering surface
The gleam of blinding lies
Become the product
The thing you so desire
To what length would you go to reach your goals?
What mantra will you use to justify your means?
Who will you betray to secure your dream?
What sins will you commit to avoid your sins be seen?
Do not look down
Do not look down
Or the abysmal beast of non-conformity
Might stare some unpleasant truth
Into your desensitized mind
[...]
What a masterly adaptation! Henry Reed would be flattered, if not proud.
More climate poetry, not sure of the source but quoted on Tim Blair's excellent blog:
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droght of Marche hath perced to the roote
Than meterologists, doon on their lucke
Crye ‘forsooth! zounds!’, eek also - ‘what the ----k?!???!’
With apologies to Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales