During the past week's heat wave--it hit 100 degrees in New York City Monday--I got thinking, again, of how sad and frustrating it is that the world's greatest scientists cannot gather, discuss the question of global warming, pore over all the data from every angle, study meteorological patterns and temperature histories, and come to a believable conclusion on these questions: Is global warming real or not?
This woman wrote speeches for the most powerful man in the world. She has a column in a newspaper of national import. She publishes books. She was on Celebrity Jeopardy!, fer chrissakes, and she doesn't have the brains required to read the Sports section. Hold the phone:
If it is real, is it necessarily dangerous? What exactly are the dangers? Is global warming as dangerous as, say, global cooling would be? Are we better off with an Earth that is getting hotter or, what with the modern realities of heating homes and offices, and the world energy crisis, and the need to conserve, does global heating have, in fact, some potential side benefits, and can those benefits be broadened and deepened? Also, if global warning is real, what must--must--the inhabitants of the Earth do to meet its challenges? And then what should they do to meet them?
It is my sincere hope that the Great Minds of Science are meeting somewhere, determined to find a way that the first extinctions due to massive greenhouse-gas-induced climate change involve stupid people. Oops, that goddam bell's ringing again:
You would think the world's greatest scientists could do this, in good faith and with complete honesty and a rigorous desire to discover the truth. And yet they can't. Because science too, like other great institutions, is poisoned by politics. Scientists have ideologies. They are politicized.
Ronald Reagan, the Idiot who keeps on giving. Peggy Noonan is a graduate of Fairleigh Dickinson University. Were I a trustee of Fairleigh Dickinson University this information would be enough for me to campaign, not just to change the name of the institution, and, assuredly, its admission standards, but to physically move the thing at least two time zones.