Crikey. She’s been a busy ol’ week leading up to Christmas, so little time to catch up, let alone keep up, with news here, there and everywhere, and then so much of it bad.

The White Island accident reminds us how temporary happiness can be, may God bless those poor burn-sufferers and grant them strength in their recovery battle.

I downloaded the IG report on the Trump espionage known as Crossfire Hurricane, it’s manifestly impossible to make that many ‘honest’ mistakes, all of them, every single one, bent away from exculpatory evidence of Trump’s team, in a major investigation. Just impossible. Criminal charges will come of this, and it won’t be Trump in the dock.

But with so much bad news it was left to DomPost (does anybody else think their name should be changed from DomPost to DoomPorn?) to cheer me up with yet another climate-changey hoax:

Their reporting that coastal-Alaskan Nome hadn’t seen sea-ice as of Monday the 9th came as news, I suppose, to the good folks of Nome who had announced the arrival of the annual sea-ice the previous week. Shucks, that sucks.

Then they fret over Greenland ice-loss of without mentioning Greenland ice-gains, you can’t have one without the other, it was easy to peek at the Greenland ice-portal to see there is nothing, whatsoever, to fear: gains far exceeding losses, so much so Greenland has 50 giga-tonnes more ice now than a year ago and, in fact, only losing total mass on one single day the entire current season.

So, have yourselves a very nice day, remembering things may well be worse, especially in the minds of uninformed climate-change worriers. (Should they be re-named the Klimate-Klutz-Klan?)

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idbkiwi
Living in Wellington idbkiwi is self-employed in a non-governmental role which suits his masochistic tendencies. He watches very little television, preferring to read or research, but still subscribes to the daily paper despite his distillation of dismay and disappointment at the very low standards of the modern press on every opening of the awful rag. He is married, to an obviously very unfortunate woman, and has a family who allegedly loves him despite his right-wing nut-job views on life and the meaning of. He believes laughter is the best medicine for whatever ails you, closely, very closely, followed by wine. He hopes to reach retirement, both alive and eventually.