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Anthropic CO2
Stephen A* McIntyre
checks out the facts on his popular blog
some days he’s busy and some days he’s absent while
anthropogenicly
coring a log.

* or whatever your middle initial is

There was once a man from Phil
Who claimed to have great skill
He published a relation
That wanted for correlation
And it was finally pronounced as nil.

“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land,
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”
Inaugural IPCC rally call.
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemèd always afternoon.
Query Time of Observation Bias TOBS.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Anthony Watts site class 5.
Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream
Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
Complex motion, Navier Stokes.

A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,
Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;
Top candidate for stats model grant.
And some through wavering lights and shadows broke,
Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Increasing storm activity.
They saw the gleaming river seaward flow
From the inner land; far off, three mountaintops,
Three silent pinnacles of aged snow,
Glacial retreat.
Stood sunset-flush’d; and, dew’d with showery drops,
Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.
Bristlecone chronology uncertainty.

The charmèd sunset linger’d low adown
In the red West: through mountain clefts the dale
Was seen far inland, and the yellow down
Correction for lapse rate.
Border’d with palm, and many a winding vale
And meadow, set with slender galingale;
A land where all things always seem’d the same!
Adjustment-free term of climate records.
And round about the keel with faces pale,
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame,
The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
Formulation meeting, emissions trading.

Branches they bore of that enchanted stem,
Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave
Carbon dioxide fertilization.
To each, but whoso did receive of them
And taste, to him the gushing of the wave
Far far away did seem to mourn and rave
Authors of AGW papers affected.
On alien shores; and if his fellow spake,
His voice was thin, as voices from the grave;
Unable to release raw data (RIP).
And deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake,
And music in his ears his beating heart did make.
Poor signal:noise ratio.

They sat them down upon the yellow sand,
Between the sun and moon upon the shore;
Hoping for sea level rise.
And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland,
Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore
Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar,
Oar shaped like hockey stick.
Weary the wandering fields of barren foam,
Then some one said, “We will return no more”;
Rehabilitation rebate ceases.
And all at once they sang, “Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.”
Publish only in acquiescing journals.