Our world faces the prospect of imminent disaster— by U.N. Secretary General Ban Ki-moon’s calculation we’re doomed in less than four months—due to a menacing, runaway global warming trajectory kicking into high gear and propelling us toward a harrowing near-future characterized by rising sea levels, submerged island nations, deforestation, hyper hurricanes, tornados on steroids, drastic desiccation and the specter of widespread famine. Or, at least, thus saith the Algorian priesthood. For it is written and foretold in the sacred scripture, the holy Earth In The Lurch, dictated to the prophet Algore himself by Gaia Herself, as well as other canonical writings such as The Unibomber’s Manifesto.

Back in the seventies our planet faced a similar impending catastrophe of unimaginable magnitude. The clarion cry at that time warned of worldwide hunger and starvation. There were simply too many people to feed. The solution, according to the scientific “consensus” of the day, was population control. (I can imagine the eugenics crowd and abortionists practically salivating at the prospect of culling the Homo sapiens herd.) This underlying anti-life assumption, no doubt, appealed to the Left in general. The only possible way to limit the Earth’s population and avert a holocaust was to, naturally, marshal the forces of government—guided, of course, by elite enlightenment, all under the auspices of liberal good intentions.

Fast forward to the present. There’s still world hunger. But the situation has improved dramatically. Many of the pockets of hunger and malnutrition that remain exist, not in spite of, but because of governments. Many of the corrupt rogue regimes of African nations let the humanitarian food shipments rot on the docks, refusing to disburse the food and supplies to their people. And a lunatic like Kim Jong Very Ill lets his subjects literally starve to death while he funnels all his country’s resources into North Korea’s masturbatory nuclear arms program.

So that Third Horseman of the Apocalypse failed to show up on his black steed after all, in spite of all those Leftist soothsayers. And today there’s even more people populating the globe than there were in the 1970s. So which U.N. project turned things around? How did the governments of the world, in concert, turn back the relentless tide of imminent starvation?

Actually, most of the credit goes to one individual, an agronomist by the name of Norman Borlaug—he died just a month ago—who is considered the father of the Green Revolution (to be distinguished from today’s “green” environmental movement). He figured out a way to significantly increase the yield of wheat. His methods were later applied to rice production. It’s estimated that Mr. Borlaug single-handedly saved the lives of a billion people. (By comparison, Rachel Carlson merely caused the death of millions.) Not a bad legacy, Norm.

One inspired, motivated and creative scientist did more to mitigate world hunger than all the governments of the world combined. Their myopic vision, all their committees, summits, central planning and clumsy bureaucracies could never have matched the simple genius of this one man who, working freely, unconstrained by governmental meddling, transformed his world.

Democrats now propose to destroy the U.S. economy with their fatuous Crap And Tax legislation that won’t do diddly-squat to cool the globe but will go a long way toward the Left’s favorite project and real goal, the redistribution of wealth—and on such a grand scale!

To whatever slim extent global warming is a real problem—and more and more scientists doubt that it is—maybe we should remember Norman Borlaug’s example. Pelosi, Reid, Waxman, Markey, Boxer and Kerry notwithstanding, there just must be a better way.

Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Barry The Duffer putts the greens while the Republic sinks deeper into the morass of His own making.

Chuck Schumer now thinks all CEOs of publically-traded companies should have their executive compensation scrutinized by Obama’s Pay Master, Kenneth Feinberg. The populist mood of the country isn’t too bothered by executives at big Wall Street firms having their compensation packages trimmed by Big Government to the tune of up to ninety percent. That’s understandable considering these institutions made their deal with the devil with all those bailouts. But every CEO in America? Can you say “intrusive”?

Since liberals are so offended by “obscene” wealth, how about letting Mr. Feinberg determine the “worth” of Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Leo DiCaprio? Oh, that’s right—they’re all Obama sycophants. How about slashing the pay of U.S. senators, including Senator Chuck’s, by ninety percent?

President Obama proudly proclaims He will not meddle in the affairs of other nations, even countries like Iran where a revolution against the insane regime is afoot. Oh that Barry would, here at home, pledge to not meddle in our private lives and enterprise.

Barack Hussein Obama has won the Nobel Appease—sorry, Nobel Peace Prize—narrowly edging out the runner up, America’s warbling troubadour, Bob Dylan. Barry’s extended, un-clutched hand reaching out to dictators, thugs, whackos and malcontents everywhere, in the end, trumped the legacy of Chimes of Freedom ringing and blowin’ in the wind while the times they were a changin’.

(I wonder if Barry now regrets His decision to diss the Dali Lama, a fellow Nobel laureate.)

We must laud those prescient Norwegians for picking Barack Who, at the time the selection process concluded, had been president of the world a mere ten days. Somehow they just knew the fledgling Leader of The Free World would be great for world peace.

Well, now that that’s that, Barry can finally pull out of Afghanistan with a clear conscience. That conflict now seems trivial and superfluous. Who needs war when you can have peace through the sheer force of Mr. Obama’s personality? (Still, the current war in the southern provinces of Chicagoland remains troublesome; but we must just be patient and let Barry do His thing.) In a similar fashion, Jimmy Carter, another Nobel winner, brought lasting peace to the Middle East by his goofy smile along with the charity of his good will and good intentions, the hallmark of any liberal’s diplomacy. Both these great men embody and exhibit perfectly the ideals of the esteemed moral philosopher, Rodney King, an intellectual giant of the last century.

So now the young Barack Obama joins Jimmy and Algore in the ethereal mists of Nobel’s Olympus, thus completing the Holy Triumvirate of Lefty Peaceniks for our age. And a glorious Age it is.

Poor little Barry Obama. Nothing seems to be going His way these days. He got His keister handed to Him in the health care debates (in spite of being aided and abetted by the slavering State-run media). His poll numbers continue to nose-dive. Even the French, for Pete’s sake, have mocked Him for His stellar naïveté and Titanic ego—a dangerous combination—in the realm of geopolitics. And, now, the Chi Town triumvirate of Barack, Michelle and Oprah has blown it big time in Copenhagen. They didn’t even make it past the first round of balloting. Even Michelle’s sob story about her dad’s multiple sclerosis —it’s always about the Obamas—failed to move the officials. If Barry can’t seal the deal with the We Are The World crowd, just how the hell is He going to convince the Ayatollahs and their simian stooge to play nice?

And it’s pretty pathetic when a corrupt politician, schooled in the Daily tradition, can’t even win the nod from another bunch of crooks, those corrupt IOC members.

It’s really a shame. Half the members of the Obama Administration are slumlords who stood to make a lotta money selling off their South Side tenement holdings to the city to make room for the Olympic venues.

I wonder if these loser ambassadors from Chicago—all three solidly “ethnic”—will cry racism this time around. That might prove to be difficult, even for these practiced race-baiters. Well, there’s always the old tried-and-tested boogey man, George Bush. There must still be so much residual bad feeling toward America left over from the Bush era, lingering like some foul, toxic cloud, that even Barack’s mojo wasn’t potent enough to dispel it. Can it possibly be that all that America-bashing has failed to pay off? Even the meager dividend of winning the Olympics for Chicago has been lost. Yet Barry still thinks He can charm Kim Jong Ill or Mahmoud?

So, how much tax-payers’ money did these pompous narcissists and celebretants blow on their failed mission? Even more important, what kind of a carbon footprint did these Green hypocrites leave in the wake of their three 747s and the caravan of limousines they were transporting?

The world has flipped off their naked Emperor. The myth of Barack Hussein Obama is beginning to tumble like a house of cards. What a loser.