We have an agreement in which nations promise (in completely nonbinding ways) to keep the planet from warming (should the 19-year-long "pause" halt):
Nearly 200 nations adopted the first global pact to fight climate change on Saturday, calling on the world to collectively cut and then eliminate greenhouse gas pollution but imposing no sanctions on countries that don't. ...
Loud applause erupted in the conference hall after French Foreign Minister Laurent Fabius gaveled the agreement. Some delegates wept, others embraced.
How successful will this agreement be?
This successful:
After a 35 year hiatus, the U.S. Coast Guard is set to build a new heavy endurance icebreaker. The head of the sea service's acquisition office believes production on a new ship could start in five years—and will cost at least a billion dollars.
There's no denying the logic. I guess Arctic sea ice isn't going away, after all.
I say those weeping delegates in Paris should declare victory and go home.
On the bright side, John Kerry can stop feeling so shamed by his carbon-spewing lifestyle.
Thanks Paris delegates!
Oh, and let me link to my epic poem from a past warm-fest.
Sorry, no interpretive dance yet.
UPDATE: Well, no dancing about by me, anyway:
What the climate-change conference produced instead was hot air, applauded by 196 well-fed participants. (Fourteen nights in Paris, after all.) China promises to begin reducing carbon emissions 15 years from now. India announced it will be tripling its coal-fired electricity capacity by 2030. Meanwhile, the Obama administration is effectively dismantling America’s entire coal industry.
I'm relieved this is a joke of an agreement that really isn't an agreement (unlike my horror at the Iran nuclear "deal" that Iran has barely acknowledged receiving, let alone signing it).
But given how the global warmers are celebrating (with some joyful weeping involved) this faux deal as if it is a real solution to the crisis (currently paused for more years than either of my children have been alive) they claim is catastrophic, one has to wonder about their judgment about anything at all. Mustn't one?
