Hello to all, especially those regular commenters who have stuck with me through thick and thin this past year. You know who you are.
I suppose I should say Happy Holidays, but here in Taiwan they don’t really pay much attention to the day, so I’ll go all out and say Merry Christmas!
Just one more week and this year will be over. I’ll be glad to see the back of 2015, and not just for climate reasons. But we’ll focus on them.
We’ve seen much ado about nothing in Paris with promises to promise but none to keep, a bleak House in the U.S. with Markey as a demagogue trying to make Curry weep, hard times due to bad weather in the UK, so we’ll complete the Dickensian title fest with A Christmas Carol.
It’s been a good year for climate, but a bad year for the climate conversation. The Alarmists continue to reach for the most disastrous metaphors, while the skeptics keep turning a blind eye to the thermometers. This year won’t be remembered for storm, flood, drought or heatwave and that’s always a blessing.
It will probably be remembered as the year Donald Trump blustered his way to national attention and international consternation.
But Merry Christmas to all the ten million who didn’t become climate refugees, and happy holidays to those (mostly Muslim) who were forced to leave their homes for other reasons. As I understand it, this day is named for a Middle Eastern refugee–wish he’d been the last.
Merry Christmas to those in the Philippines who had to flee the storms, and happy holidays to those the world over who were not so obliged.
Merry Christmas to the Californians who may have seen the end of drought and happy holidays to those in East Africa who are not so fortunate.
That’s enough out of me. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, we’ll do it all over again tomorrow.