Once upon a time, the Scientists who rang the Alarm bells on "Man Made Global Warming" were lauded as Gods among men. The audience held their collective breath when these men daringly traveled through a snowstorm in Las Vegas just to attend a Man Made Global Warning Conference. We'd turn white with fear when they'd present their research, the unsuppressed research that agreed with their conclusion even if they had to make it up on the spot. Who can forget those hockey stick CO2 projections? CO2 would rocket up to 500 PPM soon! What's PPM, you ask? Shut up, Fool! We're scientists! We were killing the Polar Bear! Ice Sheets were melting! The Island of Vanuata would soon be totally underwater and where would Jeff Probst film the next Survivor show then? And now, with the exception of a few Librul posters and Al Gore, no one worships these God/men anymore. The research non-existent, the conclusions forgone, the data cooked, the doubters silenced. So sad, well in between bouts of laughter, it's a little sad. Who Mourns for Gullible Warming?