Copenhagen... I Used to Dip that Stuff!

A Global Shakedown
Any climate agreement that changes one law in the US or transfers one dime of taxpayer funds to another country is a willful selling of our national sovereignty.  This is a taxpayer shakedown meant to transfer trillions from productive, working people to the useless international bureaucrats, who skim their percentage then pass pennies on to favored kleptocratic rulers.

American aren't buying it, thank God in heaven:

Just how bad is the threat from global warming? About one in six Americans (17 percent) think the global warming situation is a crisis, which is essentially the same number who believe in flying saucers and the little green men with bulbous heads who supposedly fly them.

Draft of Final Copenhagen Statement (Translated by Me)

We, the collected cluster of presidents, ministers, high poobahs, tyrants, dictators, international shakedown artists, miscellaneous rabble and ignorami, do hereby decree:

The earth is heating up.  If current trends continue, it will eventually catch fire and we will all die in a hellish conflagration.  The only way to avoid this inevitable fate is for all rich, capitalist pig nations to immediately hang their heads in shame for the unforgivable sin of bringing prosperity to the world.

The next step is for these same gluttonous polluters to open their wallets (with heads still hung in shame!) and give trillions to the International League of Syndicated Wealth Reapportionment Organization, where the funds will be administrated by the UN Grand High Poobah Rapporteur of Public Wealth Redistribution.

Legions of useless, self-important bureaucrats, when not busy raping the women and children of the third world, will spread this wealth around.  Some pennies and farthings will actually make it to petty potentates and power-crazed kleprocrats, who will pretend to better the lives of the proletariat while greatly enriching themselves.

This will alleviate the guilt of rich liberals (who still must hang their heads in shame!), as BBQ grills and internal combustion engines fall silent and cold all across the greedy, self-indulgent first world.

The collective blameworthiness of the developed nations cannot be assuaged until we are all mired in a poverty that makes mankind look with nostalgia upon the pestilence-ridden Middle Ages.  

May Mother Earth smile upon our suicidal obeisance and preserve the polar bears.

It Ain't Up To Snuff...
Hearing "Copenhagen" mentioned every five minuted was giving me flashbacks, even if they were pronouncing it the snooty European way.  It reminded me of this song from my high school days  when all us redneck farm boys chewed.  Just like in the song, I gave it up when my wife threatened me.  She tastes better...