There are some disagreeable things one is obliged to do as a climate skeptic blogger and they’re mainly needed to keep a finger on the alarmist pulse. A very important one is to not only read the propaganda output from the alarmist organs of dissemination, or should I call them organs of disinformation, but to a certain extent take part in the fun. When there’s a particularly dreadful piece, I’m partial to joining in with a few comments underneath it.
There’s a badness in me and although it’s a minor initiative, the raggedy-assed guerrilla in me simply can’t resist certain opportunities. If you’re going to defeat a much more powerful opponent, you have to get comfortable working in really close. Really close. There isn’t any other way. If you can’t feel their breath on your face, you ain’t close enough.
Needless to say, I’ve been banned from those places years ago under my own name so I fall back on a few personas like EcoAnnie, Fern, GaiasPriestess and TreeHugger to add in some truly cringingly terrible support to whatever insanity is being advocated in the main article. Yes, I’m a switch hitter. I’m not naturally a theatrical type but the wife is always encouraging me to do a bit of what she calls role play, but I fear we’re digressing since I suspect we’re talking about different types of climactic things anyway.
Anyway, getting back on top of topic or on topic as one thinks apposite, there are certain articles which just cry out to be recommended for a number of reasons, but before I do so, it’s interesting the effect my dark side personas can have on the debate.
For instance, when EcoAnnie or Fern suggest a Nuremburg trial for deniers with a good old-fashioned hanging to follow, the skeptics all pile in big time and the moderators are zapping their comments like Gooks in the wire. When I see that happening, I just know it’s time for Annie or whoever the hell I am supposed to be to really push the envelope. What a magnificently brainless cow she is. Her plaintive comments start to look like they’d be extreme on a green version of an Aryan Nation site but of course the moderators are torn – she’s on our side; we just can’t zap her. Of course if they ever do, I’ll complain loudly of sexism.
I have obviously left some inadvertent hints about Annie’s AM/FM sexual orientation, so she’s pretty much above criticism from your average minimal wage moderator desperately gripping their pitiful unemployable certificate in remedial disco dancing or gender choice suppression. They can’t touch Annie, whatever she says. I jus lurv the silly cow. Go Annie, go.
Torturing the usually untouchable mods is of course a great bit of payback in itself but watching the rent a mob of trolls trying to repackage whatever insanity she’s innocently advocating is a pure wet your knickers pleasure. Seeing them trying to limit the damage is quite addictive. “I know where you’re coming from Annie but …”, “I understand your frustration with the deniers Annie but …” and of course there’s the killer type of comment I just love. They start to agree with her.
That’s a job done.
Personally, I think I’ve managed to show some real insights into the alarmist psyche. Do I feel guilty about such shenanigans? Naw, not at all. They rigged the moderation game years ago and all I’m doing is frogmarching them towards explicitly stating the logical consequences of their opinions. I’m a human being and have no guilty feelings about exposing their essential brutality towards anyone who doesn’t agree with them.
All jokes aside, when someone expects me to play a game they’ve fixed, I have no compunction ignoring the rules of the game and playing my own one. Do anything else, you’re their bitch. Change the game.
Get in there, get in and work damn real close. Show them up for the vile creatures they are.
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