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A Sydney-based academic and columnist for the Nine rags sets out to explain the US to Australians. It's not a pretty picture
Sep 20 2024
8 mins
The philospher began with the conviction 'the only human activity that seems to have any importance' is the great cosmic 'why?'
Sep 20 2024
24 mins
In the Senate, a very queer notion of free speech
Sep 20 2024
2 mins
I’m Dreaming of a Green Christmas
T’is the silly season. Time to celebrate larrikins-a-leaping, maids-a-milking, hounds-a-hunting, geese-a-gabbling, politicians-a-posturing, progressives-a-plotting and some climate conundrums in song. (Tune: Twelve Days of Christmas).
On the first day of Christmas,
Catholic Online sent to me
More climate fare from the Holy Chair,
And a post-truth partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of eco-worrying,
Satan sent to me
A Polar Vortex to perplex,
And a Trump-et in a populist tree.
On the third day of extreme-weather,
An angel sent to me
A message from Jehovah, another super-Nova,
And a Paltridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of weird-weather,
Project Stardust sent to me
Something from a gutter that made me splutter
But no alarmist from the IPCC.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
America’s Geophysical Union sent to me
Feelings of anger, panic and fear;
Free of charge, without a fee.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
Tony sent to me
An Orwellian climate moment.
You don’t believe it? Click here and see.
On the seventh day of extreme weather,
Cool La Nina sent to me
News that El Niño’s fading fast.
The scare just couldn’t last, said she.
On the eighth day of eco-worrying,
Scott and Shackleton sent a message to me:
Little change in sea ice in a century, that’s nice;
And fifty penguins in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Goldilocks weather,
Someone on the Hill sent a card to me:
Wow! Energy security’s the buzz-word now;
And one hundred politicians in a baobab tree.
On the tenth day of unsustainable power,
The Market Energy Operator sent a report to me:
Relax, it said, the generational mix is fine;
And one thousand windmills in a pro bono publico tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
Two RMIT fellows sent a recipe to me:
Eat the roo, not the moo,
And ten thousand turkeys in a peer tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
A prophecy came to me:
Curses! The alarmist circus is,
Perhaps, running out of time.
We’ll see.
Sound the TRUMP-ET!
— Michael Kile
18 December 2016
Academics and others who dare to question the majority view are brutally told the science has been settled. Many such dissenters from catastrophist orthodoxy have lost their jobs, been denied promotion, or subjected to constant harassment and ridicule. This not the way science should be done
Aug 25 2024
3 mins
There's a veritable industry of academics raising alarm about how global warming and a polluted, dying planet will leave humanity and the animal kingdom in such a state that cannibalism will be a matter of survival. I'll spurn schoolyard puns and cheap gags except for one, and that by way of good advice: don't give them a big hand
Aug 09 2024
13 mins
I thought initially that this topic was a bit of fun. But it turns out that entomophagy, as the eating of insects is called, is an essential component of the Western lemmings' race to net-zero. Need it be said that one of the biggest and most enthusiastic lemmings is our very own climate crazies at the CSIRO?
Jul 31 2024
15 mins
