Try to follow the logic of this passage from Camille Paglia’s latest Salon column if you have unaltered brain cells:
As a global warming agnostic, I dislike the way that Gore’s preachy, apocalyptic fundamentalism has fomented an atmosphere of hysteria around this issue and potentially compromised the long-term credibility of environmentalism….
My own philosophy about earth’s titanic, humanity-dwarfing operations is contained in a curious video I recently found on YouTube.com. Clips of volcanic eruptions and magma flows are set to the abstract “psychedelic” music of a California rock group, the Danbury Shakes. This eerie fusion of lurid natural images with a distorted, clashing soundscape is richly evocative of a 1960s vision that has been lost. The ’60s revolution, as I’ve argued elsewhere, was about much more than politics. Fanaticism about global warming reduces the eternal terrors of nature to a banal political melodrama.
Yeah! Volcanos erupt, therefore global warming can’t really be a big problem — the connection is just so obvious! The whole planet can’t possibly be getting warmer because people in Pompeii were, like, sealed in magma, man! Volcanoes are, like, so cosmic. Did I tell you my aunt Camille knew a guy who knew a guy who used to buy blotter from Owsley?
Duuuude! Look at your hands! No, I’m serious, dude — have you ever really looked at your hands?
(Edited version of an overly long post at No More Mister Nice Blog.)