Today's superstitious primitives have no style at all
This is exactly what I hate about the new primitives. They've got no style at all. The old-fashioned witch doctors knew how to put on a show.
The Church of Global Warming, on the other hand, is bloodless and drab. No crazy dances, no scary wooden masks, no finger-bone rattles or necklaces of skulls. There's no spring in their jackbooted stride. They demand fabulously expensive tribute to their Angry Sky Gods with all the enthusiasm of librarians collecting a fine for an overdue book. Then they burn the book.
The rest of us should express horror at the notion of dreary educrats burning a book they disagree with - it's hard to imagine a more direct way to demonstrate their unfitness to serve as teachers - but it's hardly the worst excess of the "climate change" fanatics. The old excesses were a lot more fun, though. How I long for the days when they were telling kids that doubting global-warming dogma would cause their heads to explode, scattering bloody chunks across the astonished faces of their classmates!
Oh, well. At least we can still enjoy a chuckle at the spectacle of these close-minded irrational boobs pretending to be interested in "science."