Climate/weather Mental Disorder
“Feelings about the weather”?
Do they mean like:
“Boo hood it’s raining, I feel so depressed”?
The “weather” doesn’t bother me one iota. Nor does the state of the climate or the scant amount of co2 in the atmosphere (which calculates out to man’s contribution of specifically co2 only, is just 0.00136% of the atmosphere- nope, not one bit worried about something so small that can not possibly affect the climate one tiny little bit)
No, but it can empty the pockets of idiots.
Meanwhile, the US is falling below replacement rate on child births and third-world countries (where nobody joins Zoom sessions with spiritual readings and a guided meditations) are at 2X or 3X replacement rate.
Whites of European ancestry are breeding themselves out of existence. When they are all gone, there will be nobody left to join the Zoom Sessions, spiritual readings, and guided meditations.
So there are Joe Biden Cafes coming soon?
Not a warm and fuzzy feeling....freezing my butt off here in Upstate NY
Enjoy that cup of coffee with the beans floating in cold water.
These dunderheads are destroying the planet while whinging about the planet being destroyed.
They're no better than the likes of Al Gore jetting about the planet telling us to live more simply.
I would go and complain loudly that it’s too hot in here and to turn up the air conditioner.
The stupid is everywhere now.
Sessions of the Climate Warming Cult!
This is a good thing. It collects all the brain-dead NPc’s in one place where they can get hugs and comfort each other. Now, lock the doors.
Somehow, this keeps working. It keeps everybody in a perpetual state of crisis, which keeps Al Gore’s wallet as fat as he is.
The late Michael Crichton covered this well in State of Fear.
My Dad officially became a disabled WWI vet in 1952.
He had a cousin, who was a younger vet, and he was disabled in WWII.
Some kind soul bought them and a couple of other vets a mini breakfast in a downtown restaurant 3 mornings a week. They had a small reserved booth in the cafe.
They had to be in the cafe by 8:30 am and leave at about 10:30~11 am. Each Vet tipped the waitress a buck a piece.
Besides politics, they usually discussed the weather, past, present and future. Usually some generous customer donated a couple of newspapers, the smaller local and one from the capitol city. The good readers would read the interesting articles.
If it wasn’t rainy or worse, they walked into town and back home for their exercise. My Dad’s cousin’s wife was an RN, and she felt that whole package kept these old vets alert and living longer.