And they call me a denier
And they're right.
But then I've always called you an extremely retarded denier, which is a bit more accurate.
A classic symptom of that extreme retardation would be your obvious inability to comprehend the difference between a cold day in your backyard and global climate.
What's the variance in temperature in your parents basement?
You live in that world addicted to your keyboard.
I live in the real world. And it's a glorious one. I'm on a migration path of vultures. You wouldn't even know the rush as they fly over you in formation and you can smell them above you.
It's unreal.
Of monarchs. I've seeded our whole back acreage to be "monarch" friendly.
I live with golden eagles, bald eagles and raptors unlimited. It's harsh. But it's worth it. I'm not in a basement being a so called keyboard warrior for the environment.
I'm in the middle of it.