Brian Sussman - Climategate: A Veteran Meteorologist Exposes the Global Warming Scam

I COULD NOT have spent two years crafting this book without the faithful encouragement of the woman I have loved since I was a teenager, my beautiful, sensible, and inspirational wife. For many years she encouraged me to write this book. Finally, with her embracing support, as well as the backing of our outstanding children, I committed myself to devote hundreds of hours to get it done. Thank you, dear family, for cutting me loose to make this happen.

I am also grateful for my wonderful agent, the wise and gracious Rachelle Gardner at WordServe Literary Agency. Rachelle, with little more than a synopsis and a couple of completed chapters, you believed in this project. I am blessed by your representation.

Likewise, I am honored to have Joseph Farrah and his excellent team at WND Books as my publisher. Because of your truth-telling, Joseph, this book will embolden an audience hungry for the truth.

Hearty acknowledgements must be given to El Rushbo, for motivating me to trade the restrictive environment of the television newsroom for a liberating career in talk radio; Mark Levin, for emboldening my worldview; Mickey Luckoff and Jack Swanson, for equipping me to host a successful program whereby Im able to share my research and opinions daily; Lee Troxler, for many hours of writing mentorship; and to my dear friend John Frattarola, for his faithful service as my editor, advisor, and literary pastor. John, you made this book much better. Thank you.

To the many people who pushed me forward with their prayers and uplifting words of cheer (including my beloved growth group), I am indebted to you. To those who discouraged me from writing this book, you drove me to work even harder. Young Aaron, thanks for digging up a few of the gems found within these pages. Brother Brad, thanks for checking my work. Golf Gazoo, thank you for laying down your clubs long enough to confirm my calculations. And Dave, I am especially beholden for you reaching out to reveal Al Gores web of fortune. Your identity remains my secret.

In addition, I must recognize the desperate climate scientists/activists whose damning, cover-up email messages were discovered as this book was in final production. Your futile efforts to conceal your fraudulent claims that the earth is about to warm past the point of no return serves to verify my conclusion that you have bastardized the scientific method and have been fronting the biggest scam in history. Your ridiculous internal messages sure added some spice to this book.

Finally, Mom, thanks for being my biggest fan.

And to the memory of my dad, a man whoas you will discovernever put up with any bull.

[W]e need to get some broad based support, to capture the publics imagination. That, of course, means getting loads of media coverage. So we have to offer up scary scenarios, make simplified, dramatic statements, and make little mention of any doubts we might have.

Stanford Climatologist Stephen Schneider, author of Global Warming

I SNIFFED THIS one out in 1970. My high school Earth Science teacher mandated our class celebrate the newly created Earth Day. I had always suspected this guy was a weirdo, and now those suspicions were confirmed. Just a few years out of teachers college, his hair was parted down the middle and longer than the older male instructors. He sported the round, wire-rimmed glasses that had recently come into style with all the hippies, and of course, he wore a beard. To me, a jock, he was basically a flower-child with a teaching job, but a nice enough guy, nonetheless.

Smiling like it was Christmas, he walked about the room distributing green Earth Day buttons, mentioned something about this being a teach-in and urged us to pin the buttons on to save the earth. We all did, of course, with hopes of the pin translating to a good grade in his class. Heck, with all the environmental disasters wed seen on the nightly news recently, who could be against clean water and air? But for me there was a problem. Deep down, for some reason I couldnt exactly put my finger on, the whole thing smelled like a gimmick, and I remember thinking, How can wearing a stupid button save the earth?

My dad, on the other hand, knew exactly how to put his finger on it.

Bullshit! he proclaimed when I came home wearing the button that night. His generation possessed quite a nose for a scam, and when they smelled it, had no reservations warning folks not to step in it.

So, were celebrating the earth nowkind of like a birthday, he said, looking at my Earth Day button, his words dripping with sarcasm.

I just shrugged, embarrassed.

Youre wearing that button and you dont even know what youre celebrating?

My science teacher gave them out.

And you just pinned it on?

Now I really felt like a goof. I didnt respond.

Without breaking a smile, my dad cracked, You know, Id love to purchase a gift for Mother Earth, but what do you buy for someone who has everything?

It took a second, but when I saw that gleam in his eye, I cracked up. He joined in, slapped me on the shoulder, and with great manly pride, I removed the moronic button.

Looking back, I wish I had the insight to use my old mans line on my science teacher. However, for the many years I presented the weather on television in the otherwise ultraliberal San Francisco Bay Area, I used the line every April 22, and always got a hearty laugh from my co-anchors.

But honestly, Earth Day is no laughing matter.

I was unaware at the time, but high schools in the Seventies were radically changing, particularly public schools. They were incorporating the first assignments of what would eventually lead to the full-fledged social engineering centers that most have become today. Looking back on my four-year journey, the engineering was clearly the result of this new crop of flower-power teachers. Influenced by a myriad of seditious authors and revolutionary professors in college, these new educators spoke out freely against the establishment and the man. Translated, that meant government, military, police, traditional religion, corporations, and parentsespecially authoritative fatherswhich certainly included dads like mine.

The book that seemed to resonate with these young teachers like no other was Rachel Carsons 1962 best-seller, Silent Spring, and, consequently, it became required reading for their students. When Silent Spring made it into my literature class, my antennae immediately rose. I can only attribute it to the skeptical spirit of my dad in me; by osmosis, I seemed to be absorbing his sense of smell.

Rachel Carson was a crafty wordsmith with a rudimentary training in zoology. While working as a writer for the U.S. Department of Fish and Game, she was influenced by many forerunners to the environmental movement and in crafting Silent Spring became queen of them all. The premise of her book was aimed at the United States: as a society, she believed, we were selfish and wasteful; our system of capitalism was inherently evil, and our businesses and corporations were knowingly raping the planet. Specifically, Carson dialed in on Americas chemical manufacturers.

These greedy enterprises were in cahoots with the federal government, she claimed, and knowingly involved in creating and promoting the use of deadly chemicalsall for unseemly profit, of course. Silent Springs primary target was a compound in widespread use: dichloro-diphenyltrichloroethane, a.k.a. DDT. DDT was a common compound used to rid neighborhoods, like mine, all across America, of pesky insects, especially disease-carrying mosquitoes. It was also widespread and effectively used throughout Africa and third world countries to eradicate those regions of deadly, mosquito-borne malaria. Carsons claim that the insecticide was lethal to man and animals, with the manufacturers knowledge, was just too conspiratorial for me to believe. DDT, she said, devastated bird populations like the robin, peregrine falcon, and bald eagle; even the birds eggs were thinning from the widespread use of the compound. And, once it was introduced into the food chain, Carson believed it would become a carcinogen to mankind.