Hate letter to a dead denialist. And the Telegraph

So, I was in Stafford today, seeing if I have MRSA ahead of a little light toe cutting. I absolutely did NOT go into the Oxfam bookshop, and I absolutely did NOT buy this book, and anyone who tells my wife is a snitch, and snitches get stitches.

And in that book, which I absolutely did not buy, was a folded up clipping. It was a Sunday Torygraph article from 16th April 2006, from the late and lamentable Professor Bob Carter, one of Australia’s most effective (thanks to the wretched Murdoch press) denialists.

Carter is dead now, and I am sure there were people who loved him. I will say this: his arrogance and self-delusion, his bullshit, are one (very very) small part of why we are so screwed.

Yes, I know it’s easy and convenient to lump the blame on idiots like Carter. I know that we should instead be asking ourselves why, with freedom of information, speech and assembly, with the real science on our side, we failed to build robust movements that could defeat the liars, the grifters, the idiots.

Yes to all that. But also FUCK YOU BOB CARTER.