Prophecy from a Republican Congressman.    I see native Indians dancing already.     Any state having severe drought can hire  hundreds of them to do their rain dance.    God will convert all auto emissions and emissions from fossil fuel burning industries in to clean breathable air!     Oh Jesus, can I quit gym and start jogging on the sidewalks of I-95?

Comments about our Native American brothers is appalling.  Haven't they been through enough?  Shame.

Once humans have poisoned or starved themselves into extinction, Mother Earth will simply come up with something else.  Fedora wearing cockroaches visiting hooker beetles perhaps.  "She gives really good probiscus"

Look like it works! lol

Well, yes and no! It's called the end times!

Sounds like it will be a sudden climate change, but at least the debate about how much we humans contribute to climate change will be a moot.

over nudunce and swallowpee.

A Congressman was stranded without food or shelter on a tiny shrinking island, trapped by waters rising due to climate change.  He prayed to God for help.  
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A submarine popped up off shore and the captain shouted, "Ahoy! Come aboard! We'll bring you back home!" No, that's OK. God will save me! The Congressman resumed his prayers and made all sorts of promises to do good deeds and to stop cheating on his wife and taxes if only God would save him.
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A ship passing the island noticed the stranded Congressman and drew in close. The captain called out, "Come aboard! We'll bring you to safety!" No, that's OK. God will save me! And he resumed his praying, promising to live a good, clean life and to stop shorting the envelopes he gave to prostitutes if only God would save him.
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A far off ship sent their helicopter to see if there was anyone on the island. The pilot lowered a basket and told the Congressman to get in and he would be brought back to Washington, DC.  No, that's OK. God will save me! He continued praying and promised that he would even stop seeing prostitutes altogether if only God would save him.
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Alas, he grew weaker and drowned when the last bit of his island was covered by the rising sea level. He arrived at the Pearly Gates and asked for an audience with God where he asked, "Oh God, why did you not save me? I prayed and prayed to you, I was faithful to you, and yet you let me die."
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What the fuck are you talking about? I sent a sub, a ship and a helicopter. What more did you want?

Your fake in chief cannot dance with his 275lbs fat and the tiny penis!    We need Indians for the rain  dance.

...this kinda looks like Trump-care.

You know guys, whenever a Republican is sick and calls 911, he / she should be driven to a church and dumped there so they can pray their heart out.    Oh wait 911 is science and technology.      Leave them alone for God's sake!    
They will heal themselves with prayers.