But this being the season of Halloween, he reminds me of a zombie as well. Sucking the flesh of the living, Monckton does not seem capable of academic death. He cannot be killed because his science is literally undead.
So far as I can tell, Monckton is bigging up Murry Salby, the sacked academic:
His lecture, a simplified version of his earlier talk in Hamburg that was the real reason why spiteful profiteers of doom at Macquarie “University” maliciously canceled his non-refundable ticket home so that he could not attend the kangaroo court that dismissed him, was a first-class exercise in logical deduction.If I were Macquarie, I wouldn't give this flea of a fake scientist the time of day, but I might want to instruct my lawyers to inform Monckton that what he is saying is untrue. In fact, as soon as the real story came out, that Murry was a serial offender, the deniers went just a tad quiet about Salby and his status as a martyr.
But the fact, no matter how Monckton wants to portray it, is that Salby is categorically wrong. Better minds than mine have shown this. Have a look here where Tamino points out that:
Or you could look here. Or here. Or here. Like I said, it quickly gets repetitive because it so easy to show Salby is wrong.
And this is where the Weeble/zombie analogy comes in. Because denialism/contrarianism does not proceed by making new discoveries, it is forever recycling the old arguments. Science, on the other hand, accumulates new findings, incorporating them in existing theories or using them to build new ones. Denialists almost by definition are trapped in their personal philosophy. They cannot escape unless they admit to being wrong and that's not a likely event with an ego the size of Monckton's. Because it is more full of holes than a teabag, Murry's ideas don't really deserve to have been presented before any audience, let alone parliamentarians (who, let's face it, would be better served listening to climate scientists who haven't been sacked for pretty serious offenses, such as refusing to teach, using University credit cards while suspended and so on). Still, it occupies the time of Monckton and stops him selling shirts or puzzles or whatever else he is working on at the moment (how's Obama's birth certificate looking, Chris?).
Mind you, I am not sure I'd want to go to see Salby talk. He has the charisma of a speak your weight machine and his tour included this salubrious location:
|Hemingford Abbots village hall, Cambridgeshire|