I've run out of anything mature to say about the Post's publishing demonstrably wrong climate nonsense by George Will and then attempting to defend it. I think there's only one thing left to do, although it depends on action by people who can get to the Post's corporate headquarters.
Here's the plan:
1. Eat a lot of asparagus.
2. Enter the Post's headquarters building.
3. Use a public restroom.
4. Don't flush.
An optional fifth step is to notify the Post that this represents your opinion of their editing process, but I think even they will eventually figure it out. I also thought about advocating peeing on the restroom floor, but some poor janitor would have to deal with that. On the other hand, if there's a science believing, asparagus eating ninja out there who can penetrate the editorial office, then Fred Hiatt's desk and chair and are emphatically fair game.
I acknowledge that asparagus pee is a long shot for turning the Post around. On the other hand, they've refused appeals based on fact, reason, and truth. Asparagus pee is the level at which they operate. Time to fight fire with fire.
UPDATE: Endorsements are starting to roll in:
Scruffy Dan: "Brian over at Backseat Driving has a great suggestion."
Stoat: "BS has the definitive answer to the George Will nonsense."
Meanwhile, I'm considering offering a reward, maybe a check to a charity, on behalf of the hero or heroine who carries out the first mission.