Apparently, climate is racist in addition to being cataclysmic, and only this latest confab is serious enough to create a slush fund managed by some unknown elites to handle the reparations when the inevitable disasters befall.

10-year old Ghanian climate expert and advocate, Nakeeyat Dramani, this year’s Greta Thunberg, got a standing ovation for the line, “have a heart and do the math.” Okay, kid. I’ll do the math. Every lap this rock takes around the floating ball of fire in the middle of the solar system, you take 1 off the number of years we have left. That’s the math. Let’s go back in history, another important educational subject, to look at some other predictions and see if this latest round of alarmism is worth all the fretting.

The American Enterprise Institute’s Mark Perry has a great 50-year history of famous climate predictions, all of them wrong, by the way, here. The Competitive Enterprise Institute’s Myron Ebell and Steven Milloy have a similar compilation here. They both feature the big hits that climate change will result in another ice by the 21st Century. Yes, that was the .consensus scientific view in the 60s and 70s until they looked at data and realized they had it completely backwards and invented the concept global warming. And then when it wasn’t warming as fast as they predicted, they hedged their bets in calling it climate change. That way, whichever way the climate went, they could claim any change was bad and it was validation for their predictions, which still never came true.

I will add that since those lists, the predictions haven’t changed in intensity or frequency. John Kerry said in April of 2021 that we have 9 years left. ABC News reported earlier this week, over a year after Kerry’s prediction, that we have 9 years left. Apparently, the last rotation around the sun had no impact on climate. Good news! Except the climate apostles will tell you that is not the case and that you are an unserious denier for daring to, as the 10-year old Dramani requested, do the math. Even if you were predisposed to believe that the globe was getting a little warmer, and were willing to believe mankind had something to do with it, the hysteria, when it’s so demonstrably overstated and never lives up to the doomsday hype, tends to leave people with a ‘boy who cried wolf’ attitude.

There is a regular emailer to our radio program. Once a month, like clockwork, this individual who apparently has a cottage industry of being a prophet without claiming he’s a prophet (he’s just reading and interpreting God’s inherent signs), send us his latest and greatest God-inspired non-prophetic prophecies. Mind you, the predictions don’t really change all that much from month to month. He just changes the dates, claims further knowledge gleaned from his sacred readings and study, and issues the next email. He always follows it with the line, “when X happens on this date (usually tomorrow), I’ll expect your call to discuss how right I and what’s coming next.”

This genius has predicted no less than two dozen different times the following prophetic events:

• Kamala Harris dying in a plane crash due to a bird strike
• Donald Trump dying of a heart attack
• James Earl Jones dying (I guess God hates Star Wars)
• Dirty bomb detonating in Manhattan
• Aliens landing
• Israel nuking Damascus
• Michelle Obama becoming the 47th president
• Barack Obama becoming the 48th president 5 days later
• The sweet meteor of death finally hitting Earth
• The historic barge stuck on the Niagara River getting unstuck and going over the Falls

This is just a few of his predictions. Again, every one of them made dozens of times, all with different dates. Now with James Earl Jones, the guy is 91 years old. Eventually, he’s going to dumb into his passing by sheer actuarial probabilities.

The first couple of times he sent these emails, they were of comedic value. The next few were met with me calling him out as obvious fraud. It’s now beyond parody at this point. And yet, he purportedly has a website and videos out there, and is eking out a living off of people’s gullibility.

Now we get to the other big story of last week, and maybe this week’s as well, and that is the impending demise of Twitter. To read online, it’s a modern-day miracle the site is still functioning at all, considering everyone in the place that was keeping it running has been driven off by Mad Elon Musk. Going into this new chapter of Twitter, let me state for the record and I’m totally and completely ambivalent towards Mr. Musk. Don’t love him, don’t hate him, don’t really care all that much. I’m not a fan of Tesla cars, which are ubiquitous where I live in Southern California. From what I’ve been able to tell, they’re not assembled all that terribly well, but function well enough for what they are. I’m just not in the market, nor do I ever see myself being in the market for an electric car, because I don’t drive enough miles to warrant the high cost and hassle of recharging it every five minutes. But I have nothing personal against Mr. Musk or his billions, or SpaceX.

When he purchased Twitter and literally walked in carrying the kitchen sink, I thought that was a pretty symbolic and bold transition statement. Since then, it appears he’s discovered that out of the 7,500 employees at Twitter, about 7,400 of them were unnecessary, and has blown most of them out. He’s kept the core engineers, it seems, and has brought over some of his Tesla engineers. After all, he doesn’t have to build the site every day. He just has to basically do server maintenance at this point, right? Realistically, how many people does that take?

But to read online about how people are having to say their goodbyes now because the site will probably be gone by morning, it’s getting laughably ridiculous. It’s like the running gag from The Princess Bride, where Dread Pirate Roberts tells Westley at the end of each day “I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” And yet each morning, Westley lives. And at my house, the sun appears over Saddleback Mountain to the east, and Twitter keeps humming along. I’ve experienced no discernible difference in how the platform operates since Musk took over, and especially not since the prophets of doom descended like locusts last week predicting its demise. Like the climate doomsayers, though, the prophets of Twitter doom don’t seem to let past performance failures worry them. They just reset the doomsday clock forward a proverbial hour and resume the hysteria.

As we enter into Thanksgiving week, I’m thankful for five things: God’s salvation plan, my family, beating cancer, American colonialism, and not succumbing to the lure of alarmism. I will continue to work for Republicans wherever and whenever I can, because I believe the prescription Democrats offer provides further chaos, misery, and economic instability. That’s backed up by facts, not alarmism.

I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving, and pray it’s devoid of angst with the Democrats in your family. But just in case the mood is tense around the dinner table, ask that special lefty in your family if they think it’s wonderful Elon Musk reinstated Donald Trump’s account. And be prepared to duck the incoming round of mashed potatoes.