This really makes you think, huh?
— Six (@bad_boy_six) August 31, 2015
I kind of miss not being able to use this tag more often, by the way. It’s just not as much fun without Al Gore to kick around, though. Sorry.
OK, some quick science (explained well here at this site). The atmosphere of Venus is utterly inhospitable for life as we know it: too hot, too much carbon dioxide, and almost completely lacking in water vapor. And all three characteristics are due to a combination of two factors: the lack of a magnetic field on Venus, and the solar wind (which is also considerably stronger, that much closer in). Because there is no magnetosphere, the solar wind interacts with the Venusian atmosphere much more strongly than it would otherwise; this has the effect of stripping out hydrogen from the atmosphere. No hydrogen = no water vapor. No water vapor = no hydrosphere, pretty much no opportunities to turn carbon dioxide into something else.
You’re probably remembering this situation as the ‘runaway greenhouse effect:’ an argument that we used to hear a lot more of in the context of global warming before it became clear that we were unlikely to replicate Venusian conditions* unless we first figured out how to turn off Earth’s magnetic field**. At any rate, that’s why Venus is so danged hot.
It is not because of aliens, Mister Gore. Continue reading Al Gore: ALIENS! ALIENS causing global WARMING! They’re stealin’ our carbon!
Because I’ve already done Quote of the Day. Still, on the news that Cubslayer Gore has apparently decided to cut back his Copenhagen appearances in this brave, post-Climategate New World, Deceiver.com notes:
How great would it be if Al Gore skipped Copenhagen altogether? If I were him right now, I’d be laying in bed with my laptop and pint after pint of Chunky Monkey, watching the Google search results for “Climategate” skyrocket, weeping and whispering, “Why? Why, Gaia, why?” Hey wait, that’s what I’m doing right now.
Mind you, this assumes that Gore has a working sense of shame. Given the way that he keeps insisting on killing polar bears with his brazenly profligate energy use, that’s doubtful.
Crossposted to RedState.
This is a half-ton apex predator attempting to burst through the porthole and eat the photographer. Admittedly, it is doing so in a manner that others might categorize as ‘cute’ – and I respect the living hell out of the photographer in question for getting the shot, even if he or she was freaking out at the time – but geez, those things are huge.
No wonder Al Gore wants them all dead.
As all people know, the ecocidal crusade that Al ‘Cubslayer’ Gore has waged against the helpless polar bear has been going on for years, now.
“When the Cubslayer came, my mother curled herself around me and told me to be a good, quiet cub for as long as I could. Then there was a bang, and I could hear laughter, and now it’s cold and my mother is cold and it’s getting dark and I don’t know how long I can be a good quiet cub but HE’S STILL OUT THERE…”
From his remote, carbon-spewing compound the cult leader coordinates a disgusting campaign of Gaia-hating waste and contempt that overshadows even his own personal record of species-murder (a frighteningly high four millibears a year*). While the fight against these murderous violators of Mother Earth has been difficult – and sometimes, even almost despairing – there was always hope. But I don’t know if we can still have hope. The tendrils of Gore’s life-haters have penetrated the government itself. It goes all the way to the top.
The very top. (H/T AoSHQ Headlines)
No word yet whether he sacrificed a penguin to the Dread Demon Ozone Hole again this year.
Drew Johnson, president of the Tennessee Center for Policy Research —the same organization that also found Gore’s home consumes 20 times more electricity than the average household — told Yeas & Nays that Gore’s Belle Meade-section mansion did not go dark during the global campaign’s designated hour between 8:30 p.m. and 9:30 p.m.
Johnson did admit that although it wasn’t as bright as can be, Gore did have on “a dozen or so” floodlights on his trees, a light shining on his address number, and a noticeable “bluish glow” from his powered-on televisions and computers coming from inside his house.
That bluish glow was probably actually Cerenkov radiation: Gore’s just the sort of Gaia-denying hypocrite to have a secret nuclear reactor in his basement. After all, a man who’d have a kill rating of four millibears a year from his personal lifestyle alone can’t be trusted at all. Besides, as the photo to the side shows, he’s not even willing to turn off the light that shows his street address. As if any one in the area could miss it, what with the unholy glow of his profligate energy potlach obscuring the clean, night-time Tennessee sky. Continue reading Al ‘Bear’s Gore-Spiller’ spurns Earth Hour.