In this morning's Kingston Whig-Standard, a fine name for a fine newspaper, may be the coolest name in the country for a bird cage liner, Peter Worthington opined what I said yesterday, but more eloquently.
Copenhagen has been a waste of time.
He quotes Florida prisoner Conrad Black who summed up the conference from his cell over looking the handball courts at the Coleman Correctional Complex thus:
"Copenhagen is the epitome of modern submitting; a long session, a huge cast earnestly discussing what there is no chance of agreeing (to), to reach compromises everyone will then ignore, promising to avoid doing what all decry and then will continue to do, suspecting that it is not really damaging anyway. The conference will be an utter fiasco, since there is no real evidence that carbon emissions have anything to do with global warming, which is not, in fact, occurring at all. Only the countries that mistakenly expect to receive compensation for their impoverished inability to generate carbon emissions, or for the falsely pledged reduction of them, will pay any attention to the pious frauds the posturing busybodies of Copenhagen may claim to agree to implement."
But what do you really mean Mr. Black?
On the other hand, I do have a couple of friends over there and they have told me that Tuborg tastes better in Copenhagen and the women are sublime. So, not a total waste.
WFDS
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