Donald Trump Summons the Royal ‘Scientists’
Then, finally, late one night, when all the lords and ladies of the palace were fast asleep . . . just as the King was buttoning his royal nightshirt . . . he suddenly stopped still. A strange wild light began to shine in his gray-green eyes.
“Why, of course!” He began laughing. “They can do it for me! Bartholomew Cubbins, blow my secret whistle! Quick! Call my royal magicians!”
“Your magicians, Your Majesty?” Bartholomew shivered. “Oh, no, Your Majesty! Don’t call them!”
“You hold your tongue, Bartholomew Cubbins! You do as I command you. Blow my secret whistle!”
“Yes, Sire,” Bartholomew bowed. “But, Your Majesty, I still think that you may be very sorry.”
He took the King’s secret whistle from it’s secret hook. He blew a long, low blast down the King’s back secret stairway.
And a moment later he heard them coming! Up from their musty hole beneath the dungeon, up the empty midnight tunnel to the royal bedchamber tower, came the magicians on their padded, shuffling feet. Up and right into the room they came chanting:
shuffle, duffle, muzzle, muff.
Fista, wista, mista-cuff.
We are men of groans and howls,
Mystic men who eat boiled owls.
Tell us what you wish, oh King.
Our magic can do anything.”
The move would be the administration’s most forceful effort to date to challenge the scientific consensus that greenhouse gas emissions are helping drive global warming. “The president wants people to be able to decide for themselves,” says a senior administration official.
 Theodor (Dr. Seuss) Geisel, Bartholomew and the Oobleck (New York: Random House Children’s Books, 2013), 7-8, Amazon Kindle.