A Third of A Century Into Global Warming

It was in 1988 that I first heard of global warming. Seeing that we had recently emerged from a decade-long cold spell, it came as something of a surprise. But I didn’t think much of it one way or another, as I had, by that time, learned to ignore the “pay attention to me” class.

The next time I really thought of it was a couple of years later, when I ran into Larry Abraham’s article on The Greening of The Reds. That caught my attention, and as I recall it got a lot of things right.

Since then I could barely avoid the topic, as it mounted an assault on the minds of billions of people. It has become, to state it very bluntly, a replacement religion for a West that has abandoned Christianity. It has been taught to school children, first in Europe and now in North America, almost as a catechism. They call it climate change these days (global warming was simply too vulnerable a term), but the dogma is the same: humans bad, freedom bad, markets very bad, nature divine, governments the sword of righteousness.

The problem for the catechists, however, is a large one: The much promised consequences simply aren’t happening. We were told, back in ‘88, that over the next century all sorts of very obvious things would happen: islands sinking below the ocean with all their inhabitants drowning, and so on.


Then, of course, a variety of actors and politicians scrambled for relevance by championing the cause. They, too, made predictions, nearly all of which have been spectacular failures.

Hmmm, again.

The crazy thing is, global warming would be a good thing. A warmer planet means better harvests. And more food is very, very good. (Please hear what Freeman Dyson had to say about this.) On top of that – and this may really bake your noodle – we could probably use more carbon dioxide, not less. I know that’s the wildest of heresies, but we’re far below the optimal for vegetation.

What I Saw Along The Way

I’ll continue with my experiences, since I think they are useful.

In the early 1990s (in the course of my work) I did a lot of research on alternative energy sources, which brought me directly into the global warming issue. What I found was that the support for it was full of holes. I’m not officially an engineer, but I did engineering work for many years and I learned to examine things as an engineer. And so, when I looked at the global warming literature, I had no problem rejecting it. Once you got past the emotional veneer, there wasn’t much there. Everything was a projection, produced by an echo chamber.

Then, as I’ve written about previously, I was able to attend the big UN climate change meetings, two years running. What I saw there was a convention of publicity-seekers and money-grabbers. Aside from a few more failed predictions, it provided me with little or nothing.

Not long after I enjoyed a dinner with the late Fred Singer, who was a very serious scientist, and a very great opponent of the global warming industry. The conversation didn’t particularly convince me of anything, but it did connect me with the fact (duh!) that solar radiation is, by far, the greatest factor in weather on Earth… a fact that is ignored by the catechism instructors.

There is more to say on this (see here for apocalyptic predictions going back to the 1960s), but the point is made: By this time we should be seeing plenty of real-life effects, but we’re seeing only more documents and assertions. Meanwhile it was snowing this morning… in April.

We Are Living Through A String of Manias

The climate change religion is one in a long string of manias, promulgated by TV and social media. So long as people remain plugged into that real-life Matrix, they’ll follow its voice almost anywhere. And, they’ll consider anyone not following to be both deluded and joined to evil. That’s the binary emotional structure of the era.

And so, if you could read this article without freaking out and deciding that I’m a dangerous madman (for which I thank you), please consider how you were able to get out, or stay out, of the dark parade. Then, once you understand it fairly well, start helping others to get out. It will be a slow process, and you’ll be called a lot of names along the way, but it’s a necessary thing… a humane, compassionate thing.

Good luck.


Paul Rosenberg