For those of you who have been following my blog (and I really hope there
are actually some of you), you will be familiar with the fact that my personal, teeth-grittingly-annoying bug-bear is
misrepresentation of vector borne disease. Stupidity around malaria and the arbo-viruses just makes my blood boil, it led me down the climate skeptic path, and, well, here I am. Hi.
Thats why I have a bit of a crush on the medical entomologist
Paul Reiter, hes so sensible and smart and has one of those quack-quack English accents that makes the laydeez swoon. He is still declining to
let me have his babies, but undaunted, I will keep on
stalking working on it.
If his impeccable qualifications and the fact that he told the IPCC to go jump aren't enough, he also has it in for everyone's favourite armchair
entomologist climatologist president gravy-train ridin' hobo, Al Gore, and took the opportunity in The Spectator to once again put the boot in. (Fight! Fight! Fight!)
Instead of quoting it, I'll give you the link
here, because it's worth reading it all.
