with a rusty spoon.

So I see The New York Times has run a fascinating story about global warming (after first going to bugmenot to sign in as "haxOr").

Now, of course a part of me is glad that global warming is getting a lot of press these days, but another part of me wants to start crying and have a conniption fit on the floor and scream "NO FUCKING SHIT!! WE KNEW THIS AT LEAST 25 YEARS AGO!!! I GUESS YOU MISSED THE MEMO!! Now please saw your own urethra in half with a rusty spoon, and die in a flaming pile of cancer."

Then we have the whole rigamarole of "oh, well it wasn't CERTAIN before" or "we couldn't say for SURE before" and "hmm, maybe would should form a committee to look into possibly attaching some magical device to the smokestacks of our coal power plants..." or "I promise to reduce emmisions significantly by 2050, y'know, when there really won't be much oil left to burn."

And now the story is that it will be once again the poor who bear the brunt of harmful climate change. Well that's another non-obvious and very insightful observation that any 6th grader couldn't have told you 15 years ago. There's only one word to describe the way I feel right now. Fuck.

My feet are cold. I'm turning up the heat.