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I’m not sure if it’s the nearness of Election Day sparking a renewed sense of resistance to the deluge of hysterical, pretentious, silly, but authoritarian-minded Science™ we’ve all been subjected to over the past few years. 

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But I am itchin’ to be done with them all.

The plagues of squawking, bellyaching nannies from The Kingdom of Consensus Says who think waving a letter from 400 like-minded dolts on any subject should move mountains and change lives by its mere existence.

The same ones then descend upon those with skeptical noses in data and apply lucid thinking vice dogma like a murder of flying monkeys, seeking in their shrieking to quash all dissent and independent inquiry and thought. To destroy those who would dare question the consensus monolith so carefully constructed by the true believers.

After achieving a certain level of control over disciplines and those practicing within them by capturing the institutions and publications that foster and house the research and provide the outlet for “results,” I sometimes think these uber-intellectual, elite-controlling interests get a little bored by the power they wield.

These Scientists™ go looking for other nits to pick, other pictures to straighten, or, as one friend so eloquently phrased it, “picking the dumbest hot take.”

These two particular Climate Scientists™ have outdone themselves with this exclusionary inclusive cri de coeur.

WE DON’T LIVE WHERE YOU LIVE, SO MAKE THE SEASONS GO AWAY, MUMMY

Call a waahmbulance for these woke Waussies.

Hello from the Southern Hemisphere, where the days are getting longer and temperatures are rising. Yet, despite the clear signs of spring here, we find ourselves inundated with invitations to events that speak of fall or autumn, or newsletters announcing workshops that will run this coming winter. It leaves us wondering: are we invited at all into this season different from our own?

This curious oversight, in which seasons, instead of months, are used for scheduling, is especially puzzling in the scientific community — a group known for its precision and careful communication. Why do we, of all people, persist in relying on region-specific seasonal markers? What is even more baffling is that this takes place in our fields of weather and climate science, with little regard for how different things might be outside the Northern Hemisphere.

We have even come across a number of ‘global’ analyses that assume that June, July and August are summer months for the entire world. You’d think that this kind of mistake would’ve been caught early on, but no, it still happens.

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And the inclusive circle is complete with an “Indigenous people” reference.

Perfect.

If we don’t cave to the Karens from Kookaburra, kicking seasonal change to the curb, does it become an international incident?

And here I was, so happy with our low temperature yesterday morning in balmy Pcola. The first signs of FALL – YES, I SAID IT!!! 

I was ecstatic that our miserable, hot, God-awful SUMMER – THERE I GO AGAIN AND TOUGH NOOGIES – was finally and blessedly on its way out.

OH, my gosh. 

I live for FALL and WINTER. So many people know about me that it’s been a running joke on Twitter/X for years.

That and the whole pumpkin spice thing…

These people are insufferable little manipulative dictators.

Stop using ‘summer’, ‘winter’ and the rest when inviting researchers to events — it’s a small step, but it’s necessary and inclusive.

Unbelievable.

No sour, prune-faced Australian climate cultist will EVER – EH-VAH – pry those two seasons out of my cold – hopefully frozen – hands.

Hell would have to freeze over first.

Heh.

I don’t know what their climate Science™  models are saying about the chances of that.

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Maybe their time would be better spent checking on it instead of writing invitation etiquette papers for the whole world to see…not that they’re ever getting invited anywhere again, anyway.

Probably be a cold day in Hell, at the very least.