The Man From UNcle

Rajendra Pachauri is the laugh-a-minute chair of the IPCC, the "world's leading authority on climate change" (picture and article here). I guess that makes him one of the most important persons on this over-heated pot-boiler of a planet. He wants to be in your living room, your bedroom, your bathroom, your car -- he wants to be in your everywhere.

Today he is defending the scientist-fraudsters and accusing the whistle-blower.

"I really think people should be discreet … in this day and age anything you write, even privately, could become public and to put anything down in writing is, to say the least, indiscreet … It is another matter to talk about this to your friends on the telephone or person to person but to put it down in writing was indiscreet."

So, you've had sex with your neighbor's wife, and then chatted about it in an email. The real indiscretion is not the er, indiscretion, it was being indiscreet about it. Chatty Cathyism, not scientific fraud, is the real threat to the planet!

This is the intellectual world that the man from UNcle lives in: "He said an independent inquiry into the emails would achieve little, but there should be a criminal investigation into how the emails came to light." Read that one again slowly. Right. This time, let's say you've slaughtered the family next door, but someone slipped into your house and shipped the bloody knives to the police. Let's investigate that person -- thief!!!

Pachauri said he doubts that trust in the IPCC will be damaged by the affair. What planet is he living on? Oh yeah, Planet Gore.

He pointed out that five days after the emails were made public, Barack Obama was still gung-ho on Copenhagen.

Right. Just repeat these words three times as needed: "peer review!". And don't cancel your first-class tickets to Copenhagen.