THE wonderful Judith Sloan notes that Tim Flannery will be climate commissioning in Tasmania very soon and wonders if Catallaxy readers might care to pop along to one or both of his revival meetings in Hobart and Launceston. The natural instinct will be to give Flannery a bit of stick, but it might be a good idea to think twice about that approach and perhaps take another tack.
Rather than calling Bone Man to account for his dud predictions, why not play his game and punch the climate alarm for all it's worth? Stand up and sob for Gaia, make a real exhibition of yourself. Hog the microphone to fret and wail about the link between earthquakes and temperature. Insist that the ABC is hiding the truth about climate change, the grim reality being that the Mayan prophecies say this year will see the end of the world. Suggest wine corks be re-cycled to stopper flatulence in cows and humans, or swear blind you have proof of the Zionist Entity doctoring thermometers to hide the truth.
Yes, it would be silly, but so is Flannery, who is only just smart enough to make sure he gets paid. So turn out and give the warmists what they love -- fear and panic and frothing hysteria. Flannery & Co will not know if you are serious, as his bona fide admirers are even more ridiculous. Just keep a straight face and peddle all the BS a fertile imagination can muster. That approach has certainly turned a nice dollar for the evenings' host.
And don't forget to bring a camera. A little video footage is bound to be a YouTube hit.