Don't worry. Don't worry. I'm sure the scion of some off-the-books rich oil family will take his well appointed yacht to the edge of the ice field, pull out his platinum and diamond encrusted cutlass and confront the melting ice sternly.
"I command you to stop melting. I am worth fifteen trillion dollars. My family has directed the course of my nation's history with their wealth and power for fifteen generations. I have newly acquired vacation properties in the Greek Isles that are at risk of swamping due to your behavior and I command you to stop melting! Immediately! If you don't heel as told, if you are insubordinate ... vast melting ice-field ... you will rue the day. I assure you. You will rue the day."
We're cool.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
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