Daily Gut: Global Warming (Yeah, I'm Sick of Writing About it Too)

So, an EPA memo has just surfaced, and apparently it tells the White House that any effort to regulate the output of C02 will screw an already screwed up economy. Basically, if the economy was an old lady, instead of helping her across the street, we’d be pushing her in front of a train.

Now, I apologize – this has to be the 50th Gregalogue I’ve done on global warming -it’s basically the little black dress of Red Eye – and I’m just as sick of the topic as you are. But it gripes me that despite the lack of evidence showing that curbing these gases will do anything to help the environment – it doesn’t matter. I give up.

See, arguing about global warming is like arguing about religion. You will never change the mind of a true believer, and if you’re a skeptic, you’re seen as a soulless heathen. But in a way, the global warming religion is worse – because at least the Pope isn’t demanding we damage our economy to sustain his belief in a higher power.

So, despite this memo, we’re still going ahead with the American Clean Energy and Security Act -a crazy bill that would place a limit on these heat-trapping gases for the first time. To me, this is the equivalent of putting limits on fairy dust because we think it harms unicorns. When, really, everyone knows unicorns need fairy dust to maintain the luster of their gorgeous horns (you can read more about this fact in this month’s Annals of Unicorn Science – I’m actually on the cover, in a thong, petting one of my many figurines).