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Showing posts with label Christopher Monckton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christopher Monckton. Show all posts

Monday, December 7, 2020

Christopher Monckton: Lancing the Lancet’s global-warming pustule

 

The Lancet, once a respected medico-scientific journal and now just another me-too mouthpiece for theusual suspects, ran an editorial this week on climate change – on which subject it has neither expertise nor a missio canonica to pronounce. Here is a letter to the editor in response:

Sir, – Your notion of a “climate crisis” (editorial, December 2), though fashionable among the classe politique, is misplaced. That notion sprang from an elementary error of physics perpetrated in the 1980s by climate scientists who had borrowed feedback formulism from control theory, another branch of physics, without quite understanding it. Interdisciplinary compartmentalization delayed its identification until now.

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Naomi Seibt: Climate of Freedom - The Consensus Fraud


Naomi Seibt is a 19-year old from Germany who questions the claims that mankind is responsible for catastrophic global warming that is killing the planet.

Here, along with along with Lord Christopher Monckton, she reveals that the claim made by climate extremists that there is a "97% consensus" amongst climate scientists that humans are causing catastrophic global warming, is a fraud.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Christopher Monckton: Now They’re coming after the Roast Beef of Old England


At Harvard, there was once a University. Now that once noble campus has become a luxury asylum for the terminally feeble-minded. Walter Willett, one of the inmates (in his sadly incurable delusion he calls himself “Professor of Nutrition”), has gibbered to a well-meaning visitor from Business Insider that “eating a diet that’s especially high in red meat will be undermining the sustainability of the climate.” 

Farewell, then, to the Roast Beef of Old England. So keen are we in the Old Country on our Sunday roast (cooked rare and sliced thickish) that the French call us les rosbifs. But the “Professor” (for we must humor him by letting him think he is qualified to talk about nutrition) wants to put a stop to all that.