THE Arctic is melting and we'll all be wet, drowning and dead in that order, or so the quality journalists of the environmental press -- aka Fairfax and the ABC -- have been telling us. Clearly, this is the respect for truth they teach at our finer institutions of higher learning, whence one of Young Master Bunyip's apple-cheeked contemporaries emerged two years ago with a degree attesting to her fitness to inform the public. She has worked since then solely in the catering industry, journalism jobs being thin on the ground. This is a great pity, as she has much to contribute, not least an acute appreciation of the way the world works.
No matter what twaddle professors served up, her advice is to agree enthusiastically and repeat only that wisdom in tendered assignments. "You tell them what they want to hear and then you graduate," she observed. After that and with a mandatory post-grad certification in the Responsible Serving of Alcohol, the career of a hash-slinger awaits.
Meanwhile, all that clamour and clatter about sogginess at the North Pole has gone quiet. This annotated chart from Climate Realists explains why: