It never stays buried forever. They’ve met resistance, and worse—they know the resistance carries arguments they cannot answer. To engage would be suicide: a debate would hand the stage to those armed with real science, who would shred their report in public view. Better, then, to slink away and let the thing rot quietly in the shadows.
But here’s the trick: they don’t discard it. They stash it in the underbelly, waiting for the moment when the realists have grown weary, forgotten, or been distracted by the next fabricated crisis. Then it resurfaces—not as the discredited trash it is, but as part of the “scientific foundation” of the alarmist creed. And since no debate was ever permitted, the silence is paraded as proof of validity. Unrefuted, therefore true.It isn’t, of course. But they gamble on the realists’ short memory. That is why vigilance is not optional—it is the realist’s duty to catalog every sleight of hand, drag each rotting report into daylight, again and again, day after day, month after month, until Hell itself freezes solid. That is the only way idiocy is defeated: relentless exposure.