Friday, February 26, 2010

Climate Sceptism, or Why I Don't Appreciate Being Lectured by Infants

Judith Curry wants to restore trust in climate science, badly damaged by the Climate-gate leak last November. Climate-gate (or more formally FOIA2009.zip), whether the power barons would admit it or not, left a pall over the Copenhagen Summit and pretty well ensured no binding treaty. Much to the consternation of alarmist die-hards, the post-Copenhagen climate was no more forgiving, with a host of revelations that called into question the trustworthiness of the IPCC, and revealed its disturbing coziness with, and reliance upon, activist groups like WWF and Greenpeace. Judith Curry, however, seems to think that it's just a communications problem, and that if climate scientists would just learn to use new media to better propagandize their claims, then public trust would be restored.

Has Curry been living in an ivory-tower bubble?

Willis Eschenbach certainly thinks so. And he's not mincing words about it.

Because the truth is, climate science is one of the newest sciences. The truth is, we know little about the climate, we’ve only been studying it intensely for a couple decades. The truth is, we can’t project the climate of the next decade, much less that of the next century. The truth is, we have no general theory of climate. The truth is, we don’t know if an average temperature rise of a couple degrees will be a net benefit or a net loss. The truth is, all of us are human, and our knowledge of the climate is in its infancy. And I don’t appreciate being lectured by infants. I don’t appreciate being told that I should be put in the dock in a Nuremberg style trial for disagreeing with infants. You want to restore trust? Come down off your pedestals, forsake your ivory towers, and admit your limitations.
[emphasis mine]

Now before you say "What'choo talkin' 'bout, Willis," do read the whole thing -- a priceless smack down indeed.

PS. Progressives just hate it when you use Alinsky's Rules for Radicals against them.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ballad of the Skint Man

The doctors in the lab
made a seven legged math
but the fat lady is singing
there's no baby in the bath
and somebody next to you tries to feel your wrath
as you grope for some sticks and stones.
Something is happening but you don't know what it is,
Do you, Mr. Jones?

you get thrown off the stage
by an angry ground hog
People smell a rat
but you blame it on the dog
but the peasants with their pitchforks
don't want to kiss your frog
so you'll have to feed the shark alone.
Cuz something is happening here
But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

You peek through the drapes
At the tracks in the snow
The butcher is looking for
a goat named van gogh
you quote nevermore
but the man says he knows
you're shallow to the bone.
But something is happening here
And you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones ?

Men in suits come by
to help adjust your tie
as you try to justify
your incredible infatuation.

On a chalkboard with perfect pitch
The train starts to dig a ditch
You hit the ignition switch
and set off a terrible conflagration

You blindfold your prisoner
and whisper in his ear
about your powerful alchemy
turning pixels into fear
but you stay in your closet
with your inflatable langolier
and fantasize about your clone.
And something is happening here
But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones ?

They're rationing reason
Beating space ships into plows
You can still kill for treason
the only question is how.
But when you're in season
you say 'the other cow!'
and fill your boots with french cologne.
Because something is happening
But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room
expecting some stares
you eat worms from the can
but hardly anyone cares
you want to get naked
but your clothes aren't there
and jesus doesn't have a phone.
Something is happening
And you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones ?

The old man in the painting
looks you in the eye.
you call for a friend
but get no reply
something under the bed
says "we know where you lie'
so you try to hide beneath a throne.
And you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones ?

Anonymous said...

You may find this interesting,

Who is Willis Eschenbach?

http://www.populartechnology.net/2013/10/who-is-willis-eschenbach.html

As of 2012 Mr. Eschenbach has been employed as a House Carpenter.

He is not a “computer modeler”, he is not an “engineer” and he is certainly not a “scientist” (despite all ridiculous claims to the contrary).

“A final question, one asked on Judith Curry’s blog a year ago by a real scientist, Willis Eschenbach…”