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You are being told at this very moment that these things are ‘snowflakes.’
Since Trump became President for the first time in 2017, climate seer Al Gore has not been seen much in public. Ruthless MAGA censorship made him something of a nonperson until his sudden reappearance at the World Economic Forum in Switzerland a few days ago. His public message there was grievously misreported as follows:
Had the truth not been vigorously repressed by White House minions, we would have learned of Gore’s real purpose, to broadcast a warning about the most sinister conspiracy yet perpetrated by the autocratic Trump regime. To understand the real and imminent danger confronting us, we must revisit the history most of us already know in general terms.
Back in 2006, the former Presidential candidate from whom an election really was stolen issued a warning to the world. He had, in fact, put the science together and metaphorically traveled in time to a future in which climate change would imperil human life on earth.
In a video modestly titled An Inconvenient Truth, Gore made a series of dire predictions, including the following:
20-Foot Sea Level Rise: Gore predicted that the melting of major ice sheets in Greenland or West Antarctica could raise global sea levels by approximately 20 feet (6 meters). He warned this would flood major coastal areas like Florida and New York, potentially creating 100 million refugees.
Ice-Free Arctic Summers: In 2009, Gore cited research suggesting a "75% chance" that the entire north polar ice cap could be nearly ice-free during summer months within five to seven years (by 2014-2016).
Increased Hurricane Intensity: Following Hurricane Katrina, Gore suggested that global warming was causing more frequent and intense hurricanes.
Shutting Down Ocean Currents: He warned that fresh meltwater from Greenland could halt the North Atlantic conveyor belt (the currents that keep Northern Europe warm), potentially triggering dramatic local cooling there.
Mass Extinction and Habitation: More recently, Gore has warned that a "sixth great extinction" could eliminate half of all species on Earth and that extreme heat could render parts of the Middle East, North Africa, and South Asia uninhabitable. He frequently cites the accumulation of greenhouse gases as trapping as much extra energy daily as 500,000 Hiroshima-class atomic bombs.
All but the last of these predictions has, as we’re painfully aware, come to pass.
We remember when Times Square became a lake that couldn’t be pumped dry.
As we struggled vainly against rising sea levels, we were still shocked by the violence of storms like Hurricane Sandy, which struck the Atlantic shoreline at York, Pennsylvania, in 2012.
While everything to the left of the Mississippi was baking..
To avoid utter public despair the Government never disclosed the full extent of the casualties from that storm, but we saw enough of the photographic evidence to guess at a truth which had become more than inconvenient.
O the Humanity!
No one realized that the real catastrophe was yet to come. With so much of the northeastern United States underwater, it was comparatively easy for Donald Trump to beat Hillary Clinton in the 2016 election. The vicious political seesaw since then has tended to obscure the growing calamities of climate change. The Trump administration’s partnership with Russia, exposed during the course of his tragic term in office, led to a brief restoration of sanity in the Biden administration. That under appreciated President’s greatest achievement was the humanitarian rescue of 40 to 50 million otherwise doomed souls from Central and South America, whose homelands had been cooked to a crisp by rising temperatures. None of us liked to see the photos of what remained of that continent’s rainforests, so we looked away instead.
The Amazon Rainforest in 2021
Our deliberate blindness to such apocalyptic catastrophe led, of course, to a second Trump term, which has been marked by exacerbation of fossil-fueled temperature increases and the resulting firestorms that worsened destroyed half of California in 2025, thus disabling the most intelligent voters in the nation from leading the impeachment effort against an administration that seemingly didn’t care about climate issues.
Meanwhile, Gore’s prediction about European cooling was also coming true. The waning of North Sea oil and European sex drives (with an unknown assist from the ocean currents problem) was reducing the effects of global warming there, even as the Middle East was breaking the thermometer.
All that’s left of Mecca in ambient temps of 150 deg F.
Why so many millions of refugees from the Middle East moved north into Western Europe and renewed their war with Israel. The mission there was no longer land but Israeli air conditioning technology, the best in the world by far. Why the second Trump administration intervened. They too had a vital interest they were keeping secret.
Until today that is, when it became possible to discover what has really been going on, a conspiracy that makes Russia Russia look as trivial as Watergate.
Here was today’s lead story at the National Pulse:
Denial of Global Warming here and in his big speech to the World Economic Forum is unquestionably the real reason why the mass media started coughing up all that 25th Amendment chatter. Of all the lies he could ever tell, the claim that climate change is a hoax is the most obviously outrageous one Trump could trumpet to the skies. Why did he tell it so loudly and universally? Because it was the signal to the initiated of what is about to occur.
Things just don’t get any more nefarious than this. A storm is coming, but it’s not a snowstorm. Already today, some local TV news weatherman has probably shown you images like the ones at the top of this post. He is trying to convince you that these intricate structures are ‘snowflakes,’ reminding you of a reality you’ve never seen, because who remembers snow? Here’s what the now extinct weather phenomenon called snow really looks like under a microscope.
Random chunks just like you always knew they were.
Those things up top look like they were designed because they were designed, which does not happen in nature, but only in science. What they are is nanobytes, and the so-called “winter storm of the century” is in reality a jump-starting of the final process Al Gore accurately predicted in 2007. Except that it should have taken a lot longer to get here. Would have taken a lot longer if it weren’t for the dark ministrations of Elon Musk, who is completing the Hitlerian Trump plan of finally ridding the world of undesirables. Meaning everybody in the world but the small population of the world’s billionaires who will ride out the nanostorm in a luxurious artificial cavern (magnificently cooled by Israeli air conditioners) underneath the Mar A Lago golf course.
What will the rest of us experience? A brief period of technologically induced and magnified cold produced by billions of nano-particles that are, in fact, ticking bombs. While millions are hunkered down against the “snowstorm,’ the nanotechnology will do its job. On cue the nanos will explode into a tsunami of intense heat that will bring — what did Gore predict?…
…A “sixth great extinction" eliminating half of all species on Earth and extreme heat rendering parts of the Middle East, North Africa, and South Asia uninhabitable. The accumulation of greenhouse gases [will produce] as much extra energy daily as 500,000 Hiroshima-class atomic bombs.
Will anybody be ready? No. They’ll be buried in rolls of toilet paper, gallons of milk, stacks of ‘C’ and ‘D’ batteries to run electric appliances that will be as cooked as the lifeless bodies arrayed around them.
Except for some of us really really smart MAGA types who are already in flight to that secret Shangri-La in Colorado where John Galt and Dagny Taggart are waiting to lead us in building our own Egoist Utopia in a vast air-conditioned cavern under the foothills of the Rockies powered by the residual energy of America’s buried nuclear waste. It’s perfect.
What?
Not happening? John Galt no more real than snowflakes? Shit.
Guess we’ll see you when we see you. On the other side.
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