The crookedest bastards who ever set their foot upon the Earth.
These people are so crooked they have to screw their pants on in the morning. They make the nuttiest demon worshipping human sacrifice cults in history look like ladies home charitable societies in contrast. They are nuts when they wake up in the morning and drooling when the sun goes down at night. Misery loves company and they won't be happy until the whole world is as delusional as they are. This climate racket is truly the last refuge of a biological blowout. It's for people who are working their way around to suicide except they can't stand the idea of going alone.
When you don't have the brains to work selling pencils at a bus stop, you can always try out for a seat on a climate commission. They literally take anyone. If you dig under the bottom of a barrel, you'll find another barrel. Keep digging until you get can get under the bottom of that barrel and you'll discover Al Gore seated on a port-a-potty with his pants around his ankles whistling "Riders on the Storm" by The Doors. Ask him to stand up so you can look down into the potty. It is filled with globowarmthinkists.