Hang on while I throw up in your mouth. A lot. Accounts from the Telegraph, The Guardian, and the Independent on the last-minute deal at Durban.
It's Sunday morning, and I don't feel much like hurling (or even slow-tossing) invective. If you do, go over to Watts Up With That and have a ball. But God how I hate these fools, these liars, these smug unelected bureaucrats, these professional suckers on the taxpayers' teat, these science-killers, these whimpering victims and arrogant purveyors of the greatest mass delusion in history.
Whoops. Think I'll go out and kick Billy Bob around like a half-deflated (or, alternatively, inflated) football.