There is no longer any serious debate among the world’s leading scientists, including our own, that our excessive burning of fossil fuels is warming the Earth and resulting in extreme, wildly fluctuating and increasingly unstable changes to the world’s climate: torrential rains and flooding and more severe storms in some areas, heat waves and droughts in others.
ERIC CHIVIAN
Boston, May 12, 2011The writer, a doctor, is director of the Center for Health and the Global Environment at Harvard Medical School.
Flood plains never used to flood! Australia never used to have droughts! Harvard doctor never used to pay attention! Any scientist who disagrees is not a scientist!
no longer any serious debate…..
Man o man, these guys have been saying that for years. They just have no imagination!
I’m still looking for that Gore vs. Monckton debate so Gore can put him to shame like global warmers fantasize will happen.
;O)
doctor…..medical school…..
they always bring out the climate experts to talk about climate…..Doh!
If I disagree I’m not a doctor?
;O)
Saying that there’s “no longer any serious debate” is the classic alarmist ploy to try and stifle debate.. much like idiotic statements such as “all scientists agree”.
How can you have a serious debate about a fantasy? It is like debating the future of Pern. It is like debating the existence of Santa and the Easter Bunny.
This is a good example of what is wrong with the medical profession today.
In recent days there’s also been a wave of alarmist AGW propaganda from the Washington Post, the NYT, and Hillary Clinton in the form of public statements, multiple editorials, and “reporting.”
The difference between the stories being spun and objective reality is really quite Orwellian.
There were a bunch of highly credentialed medical doctors parading around in the 1990’s saying that Oxycontin was safe and non addictive. Now thousands are dead and millions are addicted.
If doctors can’t be trusted with their own specialty, certainly one should be very skeptical when they are far removed from it.
Maybe they are tightening the reins on cancer research grants and the good doctor needs another revenue source.
Of course there no longer is any serious debate. Ocean heat content has decreased over the last eight years, ocean rise has slowed or is now decelerating. The amount of CO2 in the atmosphere from April 2010 to April 2011 only increased 0.69 PPM compared to the 3.03 PPM from April 2009 to April 2010 (Interesting given that 2010 was close to the hottet year on record according to GISS). No tropospheric hot spot ever identified. But, the biggest reason there no longer is a serious debate is because empirical evidence does not support the warmest agenda and most alarmists are too cowardly to debate the reality.
http://www.dorotheamackellar.com.au/archive/mycountry.htm
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Dorothea Mackellar, published 1908.