Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury this thread, not to praise it.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Global Warming. The fascist Brutus
Didn't believe in Global Warming. He was a gay fascist !
Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Kingnobody loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, bearing the will of Kingnobody,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
On this side George W Bush; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Kingnobody! when comes such another?