Climategate: "I'm cold," Snowden wimpered, "I'm cold."

Our Thanksgiving wishbone drying out on the window sill  — with a little help from Photoshop's "paint daubs" filter — recalls Georgia O'Keeffe's "Pelvis with the Distance."

"The spirit gone, man is garbage," Joseph Heller's alter ego Yossarian thinks to himself as he watches Snowden's secret spill out all over him and the back of the plane in Heller's WWII satire Catch-22. While many — including ourselves — have used the house-of-cards analogy for Climategate, Snowden's secret rings more viscerally true. Yossarian had bandaged what he took to be a superficial wound on the radiogunner when he realized "Snowden was wounded inside his flak suit":

Yossarian ripped open the snaps of Snowden's flak suit and heard himself scream wildly as Snowden's insides slithered down to the floor in a soggy pile and just kept dripping out … 'I'm cold,' Snowden wimpered, 'I'm cold …'

A last ironic gasp for the big lie that was Anthropogenic Global Warming.

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