Today’s post is at the Stream: Vatican Environmental Conference: A Marriage of Bad Governors and Bad Science.
The excerpt here keeps my caveman joke which was lost somewhere downstream.
Jerry Brown, the majestic governor of California, a state with a list of stultifying regulations longer than the available “genders” on Facebook, while he was at the Vatican, called me, a climate scientist, a “Troglodyte“.
I immediately thought of the Jimmy Castor Bunch and their song of the same name.
He’d go down to the lake, where all the woman would be swimming, or washing clothes or something. He’d look around and just reach in and grab one.
“Come here. Come here.”…
This one woman just lay there, wet and frightened. He said: “Move. Move.”
She got up. She was a big woman. BIG woman. Her name was Bertha. Bertha Butt. She was one of the Butt sisters.
Since I am a troglodyte, it follows that my wife is one of the Butt sisters. I told her so. It was then I learned, in certain and colorful terms, that Governor Brown was wrong.