Warmists can’t help themselves. They have to interject themselves and their insane non-science cult into everything. This bit of nutbaggery comes from the New Yorker. Here’s a sampling
OH, THE WEATHER outside is frightful,
The heat wave brutal and spiteful.
Our crops have no water to grow—
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!Looks like the heat wave ain’t stoppin’,
Our dust-storm coughs are a-whoppin’.
All fish went extinct long ago—
For the love of sweet Christ, let it snow!
And
CHESTNUTS ROASTING on an open fire,
Cars and houses roasting, too.
Our whole city is an open pyre—
Put those chestnuts away, we have to leave now.
Oh, and here’s another great Christmas song
I HAVE A little dreidel,
I made it out of clay.
And when it’s dry and ready,
Oh, dreidel, I will pray—
That I can barter you for enough cans of soup to last me through the tornado.
Wait, what? Christmas carol?
