The Con in Cancun: UN Climate Change Summit Update

(The Dean Of Bloggers TRANSLATED)

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I am here in Cancun, Mexico investigating (having a drunken sex tour) the U.N. Climate Change Conference to see what sort of (little kids and skanky homos I can rent) wonderful solutions to save our very planet are being planned for all of us here in sunny Mexico. It’s always nice that we can come (to shag unfortunates and cripples for ten bucks) to save the planet… at a nice resort hotel complex… on a beach… in a moderate clime… isn’t it?

For those of you that are unaware of what this conference is about, this conference is (for me to get really jiggy with hot latino guys) being called COP16/CMP6. That stands for -- prepare to doze off here -- the 16th edition of Conference of the Parties of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (COP) and the 6th Conference of the Parties serving as the meeting of the Parties to the Kyoto Protocol (CMP). Just like the UN to puff itself up (I like to puff hot latinos after tequila) with grand sounding titles, isn’t it?

And it’s a good thing we are here in time (to see Julio in his shiny G-string) to save the earth, too. I mean what with thousands of delegates having (tried to get hold of Julio, here he is in my room!) winged their way here on private jets and as they drive themselves about in fleets of armored SUVs, as well as the hundreds if not a thousand or more Agentes Policiacos Federales and military personnel driving about in trucks toting (varied sex toys I'm quite interested in) machine guns and armored vests to keep us all safe from (AIDS) drug cartels, why it’s about the nick of time that we are here to save the planet

After a thankfully uneventful flight (I got groped by a big black guy!) from Chicago to Cancun, Mexico I settled in at the beautiful CasaMagna Marriott in a nice room (My cabana boy is named Marcos and WHAT AN ASS!) with a view of the ocean. It was overcast and drab on Wednesday, but Thursday came bright and sunny with a cooling wind

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We dare not continue in the interest of good taste, assuming
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Have fun, Mr. Vulgus. We wish you well.

~Warner Winkleheimer~