And a very rich fecker at that. Cleared his mortage in one sweep. Has one and a half hour discussions with his bank manager. Even after closing time. Sheet, I wouldn't know my bank manager if I met him/her on the street. Which is most unfortunate as I'd appreciate the opportunity of crossing the road to avoid the fecker when I see him/her approaching.
They'd surely love this guy over at 5 Filters - that retirement home for lunatics where many folk believe climate change is caused by the sun and humans do not play a part. And the following day Rhis is telling us the Sun is the son or daughter, or uncle or some other goddamn relative of Gaia. But why then would the Sun be burning his own son's ass off? Parents, eh? And this is all part of some great sloping decline. Like an upside down hockey stick. Which reminds me they also ridicule Mike Mann's Hockey Stick. And they churn out all the usual climate deniers in support of their ravings. Beats me that David Icke hasn't arrived over there yet.
I resent the time I spent listening to this idiot. I could have been listening to some other idiot.