Bittersweet vindication today for those who’ve been trying to warn us that all was not quite right mit dem SkSjugend.

There’s no amusing way to say this, so I’ll just blurt it out…

Someone at our sister site, Skeptical Science, has Photoshopped Hitler’s face onto John Cook’s body.

Now I’m no climate neurologist, but if you put a gun to my brain and demanded a differential diagnosis, I’d wager the hive-mind of SkS had just suffered a subarachnoid phrenzal embolism of the prefrontals, likely brought on by the good news people are calling ‘ClimAxed’ (to wit: that America has made good its daring escape from the eco-masochism cult currently squatting on the banks of the Seine).

In layman’s terms, Trump Derangement Syndrome is real, it’s here, and it’s now.

And it’s not the sun. It’s not volcanoes. It’s not urban heat islands.

It’s not you.

It’s me. Look away if you’re easily offended, for here is the offending image:

Hitler Cook shb Paris.jpg
Above (pictured): etwas hat im Kochkopf geschnappt, say scientists, adding, “Cook’s ‘shopping skills are worse than anyone thought!”

Was this idjit-prop meant to be enjoyed outside the reëntrant admiration graph that is the SkS treehouse? We may never know. But you can’t fight a law of nature: art wants to be free, and so does dreck.

A mysterious benefactor who emailed our CEO this afternoon (as follows) has all the gaudy details about the image.

DEAR SCEPTICUS, I WAS tooling around today at SkepticalScience—World’s Leading Antiskeptical Site For Nonscientists—when I accidentally penetrated all the tissues of John Cook’s professionally-coded, world’s-best-practice attempt at a security system. The details don’t really matter; suffice it to say I employed something hackers call a web browser, which has a hidden feature that lets you type in literally any “URL” and it’ll automagically ‘navigate’ or ‘browse’ there, if you’ll pardon my geek-speak. (You can think of a URL as a bunch of letters and punctuation marks.)

Most of what I found on the Skexies’ server was procedural palaver of the sort any association of well-adjusted grownups would leave lying around: memos declaring that Certainty Is Our Product; a strategy whitepaper called ‘Repositioning Climate Ragnarok from Gaseous, Pre-hypothetical Conjecture to Fact;’ and dark mutterings about ‘taking down’ people who disagree with them, ‘riping [sic] out their throats’ and ‘glassing the c*nts.’

But then I saw this.

[Black and white photo of man with legend: ‘THE LAST GUY WHO PULLED OUT OF PARIS.’]


Let’s parse this image—or ‘image’ as they say in France, the birthplace of Semiotics.

Every kindergarten student knows where the face comes from, of course. He’s a Hitler!, as George Bush père used to say.

In fact, not just any Hitler; this photo depicts the patriarch and prototype of them all, a guy by the name of Adolf, who singlehandedly started the whole being-a-Hitler craze.

As a bit of an adolficionado myself, I can even tell you what Hitler The First was doing when the paparazzi took that makeup-free candid shot: he was clearing his throat for his great podium-splintering declamation at Klimanürnberg Stadium, 1932. Every preschooler knows the opening lines memoriter, even if (like me) they fail to understand a single syllable of them:

Aber man muß klar sagen: wir verteilen durch die Klimapolitik de facto das Weltvermögen um!! Daß die Besitzer von Gas, Kohle und Öl davon nicht begeistert sind, das liegt auf der Hand! Das liegt auf der Hand!!! Man muß, muß, muß sich von der Illusion freimachen, daß internationale Klimapolitik Umweltpolitik ist. Illusion! Das hat mit Umweltpolitik, mit Problemen wie Waldsterben und Ozonloch, fast nichts mehr zu tun. Fast nichts!!

That’s a black-belt seminar in oratory, right there. A friend of mine, who teaches Gibberish As A Second Language, astutely likens German to URLs: you have to look between the nonsensical vowels and consonants to the part that conveys the speaker’s meaning. The punctuation.

It’s been said that Hitler never ended two sentences in a row with the same number of exclamation marks, and I believe it. We’re truly in the presence of a master.

The remainder of SkepticalScience’s photo, meanwhile, is somewhat jarring in its un-Naziish dorkiness. Say what you will about those faschistische S***********e: at least they knew how to shoot a cuff, tie a knot and select the perfect eagle insignia to really bring out a skull-and-crossbones motif.

Whereas this photo has… penguins? Srsly?

How did Donald Hitrump come to be so badly dressed? The clumsily-composited clothes were a transparent anachronism, of course, but I’d seen them somewhere before. Where? It was on the tip of my memory.

Rather than rack my brains and ruin an already-borderline evening, I went to Goo…

[A litany of technical details follow that went over Scepticus’ head, so you’d have no chance.]

…bingo. Of course. How on heck did I forget?

It was no more a personage than John Cook himself, mugging it up for his rsvp profile pic:

Himmler Cook original mit Adler.jpg
Mystery solved: Cook cannibalized his own glamor shot to make the defamatory pastiche. I’ve heard of recycling, and think it’s ridiculous, but this is even ridiculöser. Photo used with permission of


I hope you’re happy now, Cook. You’ve completely destroyed the Fascination of Fascism for me, and—thanks to this post—for a whole generation of blogonauts to boot. I can’t even enjoy Friday-Night-Is-Holocaust-Documentary-Night on SBS anymore without a shudder of homo-emetic formication.

Thanks a lot, p****g.

Was there ever a worse human being in terrestrial history than John Cook? Probably, but I’m drawing a blank right now.

Anyway, I’m off to find an exposed high-voltage cable to shower with. Regular ritualistic sanding-off of the first three layers of one’s skin just won’t cut it after catching a glimpse of the above cheesecaquery—at times like this, you need 36-48 hours of retrograde amnesia. ■


You really shouldn’t have looked directly at that second image, should you?

You must feel like a right goose. Or should I say, a right-wing goose-stepping antiquities broker who forgot the importance of always using a square of cardboard with a tiny hole in it when viewing solar eclipses. A man (or woman) like Dr Toht.

Tod of a Salesman: Wo ist Toht? Toht ist da. Was ist los mit Toht? Toht ist tot. Es ist brillig, Toht ist tot, das Grass ist naß, und die mohme Räther gribben aus.


Because of our extreme centrewards leanings here at CliScep, we believe that issuing trigger warnings in advance is a steaming crock of Bolshevism that serves only to retard the development of girly-boys into womeny-men. Every hominid has the right—nay, the positive duty—to make its own mistakes, and (optionally) learn from them.

Think about it: how do you teach your own kids about responsible gun use? By locking the pistol cabinet and throwing away the key, like the Tree of the Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil? Of course not. Understanding firearm safety—truly understanding it—only comes from experiencing firearm accidents.

And in many ways we view you, our readers, as pre-verbal children to whom a loaded, unattended Desert Eagle can, under the right circumstances, speak louder than words.

We therefore apologize in hindsight for the above trigger warning.


  1. You make funnies with the divine language of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and the Grim brothers? You are on my little list.

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  2. Alan Kendall says: 03 Jun 17 at 5:51 am

    “You make funnies with the divine language of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and the Grim brothers? You are on my little list”

    Nothing to do with your preferred expression of you hero writers! Only pearfict satire for all stinky emanations .of well known Climate Clowns! Can you never accept an alternate POV?

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  3. Hehe… S toot mere light! Being shortlisted for something (Grimm disapproval? a Stern glare?) by an Alan is not something I take lightly, rest assured—your racial reputation rivals that of your cousins in gothicity, the Philistines Vandals.

    PS isn’t it nice that we can have these back-and-forths! Take a moment to appreciate that I’m not an Australian climate scientist (something for which I thank the FSM five times a day!)—because if I were I’d probably clip this whole thread out and add it to my scrapbook of electronically-received death threats, to be collated and compared with the rest of the faculty at year’s end, and the most-threatened climaturge being awarded the chair of David J. Karoly Professor For Grim Life.

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  4. Will, Alan’s cool. Unfortunately I seem to agree with him on everything so I can’t be 100% sure, but I get the feeling that if we did have what the Arabs call An Exchange of Views it would be all in good fun!

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  5. What the Duke Nukem? Is that meant to be something like the sport of Haispringung? Do I detect an allusion to one of the early scenes of Crystal Skull?


  6. Brad, Indeed our hero escapes a nuclear blast by sheltering within a fridge – ie something that strains credibility. Some recent anti-Trumpisms are worthy fridge material. wikki explains all.

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