Indian Taker

The hypocrisy of the climate change botherers is beyond belief as this excerpt from Mark Steyn so aptly points out:

Nor are we allowed to make jokes about Rajendra Pachauri. I always love those experts who go on TV and say you can't pronounce on this subject unless you're a bona fide climatologist. Dr. Pachauri, the head honcho of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, is a graduate of the Indian Railways Institute of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering. He's not a climatologist but a railroad engineer. So, if he ever avails himself of a free half-hour with a Copenhagen hooker, I'm sure, like the Bombay to Cochin express, he'll pull out on time. But it's hard to see why he should be presiding over a multi-trillion-dollar shakedown of the global economy. For one thing, Dr. Pachauri has one of the largest carbon footprints on the planet. He's in favour of "hefty aviation taxes" to "deter people from flying," but fortunately once you're part of the transnational jet set nothing can deter you. He flew 443,243 miles on "IPCC business" in the year-and-a-half run-up to Copenhagen. I'm not sure whether that includes his two weekend round trips from New York to Delhi, once for a cricket practice, once for a match.

Needless to say, opening the Carbonhagen shakindownen inaugural session, he dismissed the "Climategate" revelations as a "theft." Not so. They were a leak by a concerned insider—the sort of chap we usually hail as a "whistle-blower." In this case, he can blow the whistle as loud as he likes but, like a deaf Central Railways conductor waiting to pull out for Wadala Road from the Victoria Terminus, Dr. Pachauri can't hear him. All the science has been "peer-reviewed," he says, so what could possibly go wrong?