“Monckton’s Mexican Missive #4“. The majestic Lord Monckton pontificates from the UN’s Cancun climate conference. After an extended round of ponderous word-play spiced with outdated slang and dime-store novel-writing (“a shapely sigh”?) that reveal Monckton’s true calling as a cocktail party clown we get a sudden, shocking, blast of pure realization.
The Lord has finally whipped out a cocktail napkin to produce “the very first serious calculations” that prove Global Warming (which isn’t happening) is too expensive to fight! It will cost $34 trillion to prevent 1°C of warming! Plus or minus a dollar.
My eyes are starting to ache from all the rolling.
Wott's Up With That? 
Would that figure include the cost of the carnage to the environment that the top 3,000 corporate cowboys cause every year with impunity? About $2.2 trillion? Poor old Monckton – a mathematical dummy and a persistent organic pollutant, too delinquent for a democracy. Tragic ain’t it?
Never have so few words, meant so little in the real world, where the remaining 99.99985% actually live in.