For I am a Sad Panda

So why am I so sad? Read on, if you have the heart.

When I made my first post that shed the light on global normaling (How I will get $1,000,000), I was a happy carefree young lad. I had the future in front of me and the world in the palms of my little hands. I was in a Google search (third result when searching “global normaling”). I had so many dreams of what I was going to do with my $1,000,000. I would have even bought all the guys here at work lunch. This blog broke boundaries and enlightened the un-enlightenable.

Those were the days of innocence, and innocence has been raped from me. Shortly after my showing up in a Google search, it was for some reason removed. My fingers are pointing towards the mafia running the global warming/cooling camps. Jerks. You heard me; you are jerks, shame on you. This, in turn, resulted in people not being made aware of the real global temperature problem, thus not getting me in the lime light, thus people not throwing money at me. Not even a sad little penny has been given to me. I could have written books about it… or at least short stories.

I, clutching my chest, could have been nominated, and won, a Nobel Peace Prize. I could have been a star. Instead, I am just Oliver, the sad panda.