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Everything is going wrong for the climate scamsters these days, but no place more than in the Arctic.

COI | Centre for Ocean and Ice | Danmarks Meteorologiske Institut

With most of the ice shifted into the western Arctic, there is little opportunity for loss of thick ice this winter out the Fram Strait.

They will of course continue to lie about the state of the Arctic for as long as they can, but the click is ticking.

Obama’s Washington son shot up a  gun-free military base where all the soldiers were disarmed, the police were denied access, and the Navy was warned repeatedly that the guy was a dangerous nutcase, yet maintained his security clearance.

Meanwhile, Obama’s Chicago sons shot up a bunch of people using illegally owned and obtained weapons.

Obama’s solution : Make it harder for law abiding citizens to protect themselves.

PARIS (Reuters) – French President Francois Hollande saw his approval ratings fall to their lowest level so far in a monthly poll that showed less than a quarter of voters were satisfied with his actions.

In a survey by pollster IFOP published in weekly paper Le Journal du Dimanche, Hollande’s approval ratings dropped 5 points from last month to 23 percent.

France’s Hollande hits new low in poll ratings – Yahoo News Canada

Word of advice to the US and France. Don’t elect socialists.

Freedom fighters have been hard at work this week, liberating non-believers from their enslavement.

Islam: Making a True Difference in the World – One Body at a Time

Good to know our tax dollars are being used to arm these freedom fighters.

22 September 2013 2:06pm

Some witnesses said the gunmen had told Muslims to leave and said non-Muslims would be targeted.

“They came and said: ‘If you are Muslim, stand up. We’ve come to rescue you,” said Elijah Lamau.

He said the Muslims left with their hands up, and then the gunmen shot two people.

However, the man told Mr Howden that an Indian man standing next to him who was asked for the name of the Prophet Muhammad’s mother was shot dead when he was unable to answer.

BBC News – Somalia’s al-Shabab claims Nairobi Westgate Kenya attack

Someone should probably tell Obama that giving weapons to Islamic terrorists and arranging their escape from prisons isn’t such a good idea.

When Alex Jones first ran his “No Hesitation” story, lots of people said it was conspiracy nonsense. Since then we have seen dozens of cases of police shooting people in situations which make absolutely no sense.

No American would shoot a 95 year old crippled man unless they had been intentionally trained to lose their humanity.

I was in Cambridge on Robbie Burns night 2003, the night when the thing of the past returned to the UK. My train from London got stuck in the snow for two hours outside Cambridge. The M-11 became the world’s largest parking lot that night, because the government had stopped buying grit at the advice of their top climate experts.

Finally I made it to the station and The Flying Pig to celebrate, and saw a guy in shorts and a “Longmont, Colorado” t-shirt. This was surprising because it was very cold outside. I asked him what the shirt was about, and he said he had visited Longmont and wanted to move there. He said that people in Colorado wear shorts all the time.

Since that night, the thing of the past has returned to the UK many times. This poem is devoted to The Met Office.

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle.

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An’ fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s win’s ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!