Wednesday, 15 August 2012


While I needed a few days in hospital to get a new knee fitted, I thought I read Volume 5 ‘Mostly Harmless’ of Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – quite an enjoyable stimulant to distract from the initial painkiller diet.  Though not particularly notable at the time, one particular episode required re-reading shortly afterwards when switching from fiction to more factual writings.  Let me quote the fiction first:

 “…The next door wouldn’t open.  And that was a pity, because it was the very one that Ford had been making for. It stood there before him, grey and resolutely closed with a sign on it saying:


They were about ten storeys below ground level now.
Ford kicked at the door. It opened.
'Mixture of pleasure and pain,' he muttered. 'Always does the trick.'
The room was small, grey and humming.
This was the nerve centre of the entire Guide.

The computer terminals that lined the grey walls were windows onto every aspect of the Guide's operations. Here, on the left-hand side of the room, reports were gathered over the Sub-Etha Net from field researchers in every corner of the Galaxy, fed straight up into the network of sub-editors' offices where they had all the good bits cut out by secretaries because the sub-editors were out having lunch. The remaining copy would then be shot across to the other half of the building — the other leg of the 'H' – which was the legal department.

The legal department would cut out anything that was still even remotely good from what remained and fire it back to the offices of the executive editors, who were also out at lunch. So the editors' secretaries would read it and say it was stupid and cut most of what was left.

When any of the editors finally staggered in from lunch they would exclaim 'What is this feeble crap that X' - where X was the name of the field researcher in question - 'has sent us from halfway across the bloody Galaxy? What's the point of having somebody spending three whole orbital periods out in the bloody Gagrak‑acka Mind Zones, with all that stuff going on out there, if this load of anaemic squitter is the best he can be bothered to send us?’

`What shall we do with the copy?' the secretary would ask.
`Ah, put it out over the network. Got to have some‑thing going out there. I've got a headache, I'm going home.'

So the edited copy would go for one last slash and burn through the legal department, and then be sent back down here where it would be broadcast out over the Sub-Etha Net for instantaneous retrieval anywhere in the Galaxy. That was handled by equipment which was monitored and controlled by the terminals on the right-hand side of the room….

(If you are reading this on planet Earth then:
a)      Good luck to you. There is an awful lot of stuff you don't know anything about, but you are not alone in this. It's just that in your case the consequences of not knowing any of this stuff are particularly terrible, but then, hey, that’s just the way the cookie gets completely stomped on and obliterated.
b)      Don’t imagine you know what a computer terminal is….)”

Back home again, the book which had risen to the top of the pile of books-yet-to-be-read turned out to be

 Who Was Mistaken for the World’s Top Climate Expert   [1]

by Donna Laframboise

To describe the cold-shower-effect from this ‘fact-vs-fiction’ read, I can do no better than recite the publisher’s own blurb…

“The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change(IPCC) performs one of the most important jobs in the world.
It surveys climate science research and writes a report about what it all means. This report is informally known as the Climate Bible.
Cited by governments around the world, the Climate Bible is the reason carbon taxes are being introduced, heating bills are rising, and costly new regulations are being enacted. It is why everyone thinks carbon dioxide emissions are dangerous. Put simply: the entire planet is in a tizzy because of a United Nations report.
What most of us don't know is that, rather than being written by a meticulous, upstanding professional in business attire, the Climate Bible is produced by a slapdash, slovenly teenager who has trouble distinguishing right from wrong.
This expose, by an investigative journalist, is the product of two years of research. Its conclusion: almost nothing we've been told about the IPCC is true.”

… as well as the back cover notes:

Blooming brilliant. Devastating. I read this book with mounting horror at the failure of the journalistic profession to do its job.  Donna Laframboise has done a lonely and thorough investigation exposing shocking bias, distortion and deception in an international institution.
Matt Ridley, author of the Rational Optimist

The intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change has for long been a public disgrace awaiting exposure. Donna Laframboises’s accomplished dismemberment of that organization’s pious and often unscientific alarmism … is a must read …
Prof. Robert Carter, author of Climate: the Counter Consensus

Donna Laframboise does what good journalists do.  She does not parrot authority, but asks “is that so?”  In this book, she shines a hard light on the rotten heart of the IPCC.
Richard S.J. Tol, Professor of the Economics of Climate Change
and convening lead author of the IPCC.

…in this quietly devastating exposé, investigative journalist Donna Laframboise shows that the IPCC’s actual operations bear little resemblance to its public reputation…  If you have suspected these things yourself, you will want to read this book.  Its implications are far-reaching and the need to begin acting on them is urgent.
Ross McKitrick, Professor of Economics, University of Guelph

I don’t know what else to add other than to agree:  ‘it’s a must read’.

[1]  Donna Laframboise:  THE DELINQUENT TEENAGER  Who Was Mistaken for the World’s Top Climate Expert,  
Copyright © 2011 Donna Laframboise, ISBN: 978-1466453487, 
Ivy Avenue Press, Toronto, Canada
Amazon UK has paperback and Kindle Editions, 
or download the PDF directly at which would have the added benefit of 1400 links to source material.

1.1   Who are the hidden persuaders controlling and Giga$-funding IPCC and other puppet theatres, governments, politicians, once reputable institutions, the near-global Gleichschaltung of media  and myriad other Lysenkoists?
1.2   Cui bono?  

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