A long, long time ago when I was young, I read some books about climate change. I was a little skeptical even at that young age...maybe it was because I couldn't imagine a life so different from the one I was living. It's not that I doubted the science behind the books. I doubted the conclusions drawn by the authors.

Even as a kid, I could tell the difference between the facts and the conclusions drawn from those facts.

We were shown movies of what 'life will be like' when the climate finished changing. The most notable? Nanook of the North. Yes, it's true: I'm pretty old. I grew up during the good ol' days, when climate change alarmists were telling us that the glaciers were growing. When it was virtually inevitable that we would return to the cold...the New Ice Age. I remember a book cover that showed a picture of a modern man and a woolly mammoth. I though it would be cool (no pun intended) to have my own woolly mammoth.

Many, many (many) years later, we're enduring a new alarmism of climate change. I hope we're near the end, but I have my doubts. You see, a new generation has been taught a load of crap: this time, however, we're supposedly to blame for the warming of the planet. It's our industrial way of life, you see...if we stop driving cars and manufacturing things we'll be okay. I don't believe that any more than I believed in a coming ice age.

As more facts surrounding the scandal behind climate change politics emerge, I wonder how things will change. Will the global-warming hysteria fizzle and disappear, as the Coming Ice Age did? Will some people continue to stick their heads in the collective sand and cling tightly to a politicized science that can hardly be called by that name? I wonder.

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed -- and hence clamorous to be led to safety -- by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.

H.L. Mencken