Jag tror inte på detta och än så länge har vi inga bevis för att det ens är några mänskligt inducerade klimatförändringar som ligger bakom turbulensen. Vädret i sej ligger bakom den, inget annat. Allt levande bidrar till vädret så det lilla vi gör betyder inte mer än allt annat. Men vad vet jag?
"One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at her
local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem -- my husband
keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing.
What should I do?"
"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you.
I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will
nod to you at specific times. When I nod, you give him a
good poke in the leg."
In church the following Sunday, Jones dozed off. Noticing this,
the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate
sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.
"Jesus!" Jones cried as his wife jabbed him in the leg with the
hatpin.
"Yes, you are right, my son," said the minister.
Soon, Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed.
"Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning
towards Mrs. Jones.
"God!" Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.
"Right again," said the minister, smiling.
Before long, Jones again winked off. However, this time the
minister did not notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon,
he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to
bayonet her husband with the hatpin again.
The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore
him his 99th son?"
Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that
goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it off
and shove it up your ass!!!!!""
