None of this matters. In the 1970s, the prediction was that by now California would have broken off and fallen into the sea. California’s gone. None of this matters.
These climate “scientists” should be required to wear Merlin hats when issuing such forecasts of doom. Heck, their stuff doesn’t even rhyme. Now here’s a guy who can rhyme:
Desperados Under the Eaves
Warren Zevon
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn’t lyin’
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I’m gonna drink ‘em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
The big one will hit before. Then all bets are off.