I've told people 1000 times and they either don't believe it or furrow their brows and call me a Nazi...There are underground coal seam fires all around the world, some of which have been burning for 10,000 years, that emit multiples of what every SUV in the United States emits in carbon dioxide. Nobody is clamoring to put them out, and eliminate this huge carbon source, because there's no way to tax anybody to do it. There's no way to create a Marxist world government based around putting out naturally burning fires. There's no rights to be removed in doing it. That tells me it's nothing to do with carbon at all; it's about an excuse to turn you into a slave.
I remember watching some channel with the Javitz Center feed on it. People were partying and cheering...then they were quiet...then they were crying. The next day is when the screaming at the sky started, with all of them saying "She can still win! Recount! Russians!"
I took a university English class a few years ago. I wrote a story and everyone in the class, including the professor, talked for an hour about how my use of the word "spook" (in reference to a CIA agent) was racist and offensive. Nothing about the subject matter, the structure, the grammar or anything else. Just that "spook" upset them.
Look up natural coal seam fires. Some have been burning since the pleistocene era. They emit multiples of every SUV in the USA worth of CO2. Nobody ever says "let's fix this huge source of carbon emissions" because there's nobody to tax, oppress, or control in the process of fixing them. "Climate change" isn't about reducing global temperature; it's another means to introduce worldwide government and marxism in the guise of "saving the planet."
Same for me, with both of my parents. My dad lasted about 24 hours on morphine and didn't even know where he was for the last week of his life. My mother soldiered on through over a week of intermittent morphine, and similarly didn't know where she was, or really anything other than she felt like she was being asphyxiatiated. I remember the last time my father squeezed my hand as if he knew me. A few hours later his hand was cold and he was blankly staring at the ceiling while breathing very deeply.
...or born in Kenya?