Good thing Warmists aren’t prone to grandiloquent hyperbole, especially Harry Eyres (via Tom Nelson
(Financial Times) I have an image of an immense, planet-sized cauldron, into which someone, the devil perhaps, wearing an apron and with a slight look of Heston Blumenthal, is dripping small quantities of poison. The poison will not reach all parts of the cauldron at the same time or in the same concentrations, but there is no doubt that as the great broth is stirred, we will all be thoroughly stewed.
My image is both homely and misleading. There is of course no devil. Or rather the devil is none other than ourselves.
