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Be part of the climate change delusion cure

July 10, 2008
A wealthy, influential CCD sufferer

A wealthy, influential CCD sufferer



No disease can be treated until it is identified. Now, there is new hope for millions, and collateral hope for everyone else. Australian psychiatrists have identified “climate change delusion” (CCD), which causes afflicted individuals to believe apocalyptic events are inevitable if they eat or drink or carry on normal lives. These unfortunate people believe, among other bizarre things, that even Australia’s measly 1.5% of the earth’s carbon dioxide output, is placing life in the balance for billions.

China is earth’s biggest emitter, belching out a whopping 42% of this terrifying compound. It is unknown why CCD people do not express paranoid delusions about China–possibly because the Chinese are making all our stuff.

Unfortunately, the CCD trait appears to co-occur with the political trait, and the delusion is widespread in government and politically connected academia. Many CCD people are wealthy and influential.

People with morbid climate change delusional mentation proffer bizarre remedies to the problem they believe is destroying the earth. These remedies tend to fall along the lines of making essential things–such as food, water, and petroleum products–more expensive, and even cessation of their use altogether.

Symptoms are not always obvious in the initial sub-clinical phase. CCD people may appear very friendly and concerned about others. Not all cases are clinically extreme. Some CCD people choose to live in houses the size of an espresso stand and spend $36 a year for electricity. Others may consume vast amounts of energy, believing everyone else’s carbon output is toxic, but theirs is necessary. While CCD sufferers do not typically report seeing little green men, they commonly believe that everything else should be “green.”  The word “green” in their worldview refers to an ideology, not a color.  A particular belief typical of severe, advanced CCD is the that only cars that cannot survive impact with a mailbox are safe for the planet. 

Unfortunately, there is currently no remedy for CCD. Its prevalence in North America threatens life as we know it; it threatens life itself. Sufferers have no idea they are delusional; they believe people who are not afflicted are stupid or “living under a rock;” some even advocate prison for responsible people who are not delusional.

Please, for the sake of peace, liberty, and prosperity, fund the cure, every way you can. It is unknown whether reality orientation is helpful, but sadly, it is likely the only remedy that will ever be available. A very helpful resource is right here, and free.

Be part of the cure before it’s too late. CCD is conquering more influential Americans every day. If political power enforces the goals of the apocalyptic delusion, we will be compelled to give up our freedom to travel in the comfort and privacy of our own cars; we will be without adequate lighting in our own homes; we will be too hot or too cold in our own homes; it will be up to other people how we attend to personal issues of temperature regulation, hygiene, laundry, food choices, and countless other details of once-private life based on once-personal choices. We will be told what to plant in our own yards. We will lose the privilege of having yards at all; we will be stacked in urban compounds. Already we’re told that the plastic bag in which you may have just put some peaches at the grocery store could be the modality of critical mass that will melt the poles and leave Earth a wasteland. Guard your mind!

We have been placed on a resilient planet with the mandate of good stewardship. Our world is not fragile; our survival, hygiene, and reasonable comforts are not endangering this good Earth. No plastic bag, no gallon of gasoline, and no trucked-in produce is going to change any of that.

One Comment
  1. July 10, 2008 7:45 pm

    “Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober. . . .” 1 Peter 1:13.

    Mass delusions build on themselves, but they eventually fizzle out–usually, sadly, when there is no more money to be made. I think I smell tulips:

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