(December 30, 2013 at 12:51 am)Raeven Wrote:(December 30, 2013 at 12:46 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: He failed to address the issue with the plateau in warming, and the constant doomsday, then doosmday postponed mentality around this.
Can't refute everything in under 4 minutes. But you shouldn't throw out the baby with the bath water. Perhaps you should spend more time on my first posting. That one's a little more in depth.
And I fail to see what those have to do with anthropomorphic global worming, are those eruptions made by people? Perhaps I should be more clear, I'm on the fence about man made global warming for a number of reasons, First and foremost being the dishonest tactics of the ipcc as well as the repeated failure of there scientific predictions and as the outright lieing exposed by the climategate scandal. There is also dishonest tactic constantly used in the media such as equating skeptics to holocaust deniers and they are often accused of being part of a conspiracy with the oil companies. All of that reeks of global warming being pushed by a agenda, but has little to do with the science behind it all.
Either way we need to move off of fossil fuel and to renewable energy because of peak oil, so I support anything to further renewable energy and get the west off its heroin addiction, it is carbon taxes and carbon trading I'm skeptical of.
Now on to those methane eruptions they are fucking scary. Methane is a far more potent insulator then CO2, and will warm the world much faster. This if it continues long enough could cause a event similiar to the PT event. Also known as the mother of all mass extinctions.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
