20 Replies to “Y2Kyoto: Deja Vu All Over Again”

  2. According to Tony Heller the Arctic ice is 2 to 3 metres thick,and that the ice there is much thicker now than it has been in many years.
    These global warming nut jobs constantly keep moving the goal posts when their previous predictions fail.
    This is just the latest lie in a long line of lies, brought to us by these whack jobs.

  3. So they decided to start using 30 years, instead of 10 years in their doomsday predictions? That is some useful news. I wonder who was in charge of that.

    2. World Meteorological Organization (WMO) and meteorological practice for the last century+
      Thirty years average is regarded as an effective benchmark for observing long term trends and reduces the noise from highly variable weather patterns. A quick look at the pattern over the last 10000 years shows,
      1. yes it is warming, 2. the trend we are now in goes back 300-400 years, 3. we are still within historical ranges.
      Conclusion – Don’t Panic! Planting a tree on the south side of your house will do more than reducing your ‘carbon footprint’ and destroying the economy, but it won’t transfer public funds into private pockets as quickly as a carbon tax.

  4. Just a reminder that Y2K was not the same as “climate change”. The Y2K bug was 100% real and would have created havoc had we not spent billions to fix it. I was working on this at the time. Nobody knows how much havoc there would have been, but it would have been pretty bad if not corrected.

    Similarly, a total and sudden collapse of the internet today would be a catastrophe of massive scope.

    Climate change is all bullshit though.

    1. Maybe we could just have a collapse of the World Wide Web instead of the whole Internet? Yesterday if possible would be perfect. The very earth would shake with the screams of social media addicts, which would include a huge proportion of the world’s leftist activists and whiny scolds. How would that not be a good thing? 🙂

      1. The Leftist Karen’s who post incessantly on my local Nextdoor app will all be banished to their empty homes and empty lives. How can that NOT be a positive thing?

    2. I remember that. A friend who was a systems guy for an university assured me that my own personal computer would instantly brick on January 1, 2000, since I had not installed any “Y2K fixes”. It soldiered on just fine, thank you very much.

    3. the Y2K scare was 95% false/fake.

      airplanes did not fall out of the sky, computers did not stop working, bank accounts were not emptied or paralyzed, food would not be delivered to the food store etc etc…

      almost nothing was affected by the Y2K other than alarm clocks or VCR programming.

      it was a scam, a lie.

    4. I remember it well. When people that were frightened by the media came to me (computer science student) for advice I would point out we live in an earthquake zone. If you knew an earthquake was due on a certain day you would stock up (two weeks worth) on essential items, have extra blankets, fill the tank, and have some cash. If Y2K happens you will be prepared; if nothing happens you are still prepared for an earthquake or you can consume your food.
      I know the corporations took it seriously enough to spend the money on correcting their systems. It was only older systems at risk as newer systems had been modified at manufacturer.

      Some say it was crap and in some cases it was true, but in many legacy systems it was a real risk. Thousands of man hours of work kept things running smoothly

  6. Climate cultists.

    Let me know when one of their models actually predicts something correctly. I believe their current record is up to about 0 and 30. Yet another ‘portfolio’ where the media is corrupt as all hell and lies all day long to protect a bullshit leftist narrative.

  7. Hysteria pimping 24/7/356 is the media standby. When customers tire of other leftist bilge, CAGW sells. It was 3 degrees Celsius warmer 8000 years ago with half of the present CO2 in the atmosphere.

  10. LITTLE DORRIT
    By Charles Dickens

    CHAPTER 1. Sun and Shadow

    Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.

    A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since. Everything in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their load of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.

    There was no wind to make a ripple on the foul water within the harbour, or on the beautiful sea without. The line of demarcation between the two colours, black and blue, showed the point which the pure sea would not pass; but it lay as quiet as the abominable pool, with which it never mixed. Boats without awnings were too hot to touch; ships blistered at their moorings; the stones of the quays had not cooled, night or day, for months. Hindoos, Russians, Chinese, Spaniards, Portuguese, Englishmen, Frenchmen, Genoese, Neapolitans, Venetians, Greeks, Turks, descendants from all the builders of Babel, come to trade at Marseilles, sought the shade alike—taking refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire.

    The universal stare made the eyes ache. Towards the distant line of Italian coast, indeed, it was a little relieved by light clouds of mist, slowly rising from the evaporation of the sea, but it softened nowhere else. Far away the staring roads, deep in dust, stared from the hill-side, stared from the hollow, stared from the interminable plain. Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages, and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade, drooped beneath the stare of earth and sky. So did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts, creeping slowly towards the interior; so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened; so did the exhausted labourers in the fields. Everything that lived or grew, was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls, and the cicala, chirping his dry hot chirp, like a rattle. The very dust was scorched brown, and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting.

    Blinds, shutters, curtains, awnings, were all closed and drawn to keep out the stare. Grant it but a chink or keyhole, and it shot in like a white-hot arrow. The churches were the freest from it. To come out of the twilight of pillars and arches—dreamily dotted with winking lamps, dreamily peopled with ugly old shadows piously dozing, spitting, and begging—was to plunge into a fiery river, and swim for life to the nearest strip of shade. So, with people lounging and lying wherever shade was, with but little hum of tongues or barking of dogs, with occasional jangling of discordant church bells and rattling of vicious drums, Marseilles, a fact to be strongly smelt and tasted, lay broiling in the sun one day.

    https://www.gutenberg.org/files/963/963-h/963-h.htm

  11. When the Sun finally novas, they’ll yell, “See? We told you the Arctic ice would be gone!”

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