Love Quote by John Coleman

Coleman’s line isn’t built to persuade so much as to recruit. It turns a dead scientist into a ventriloquist’s dummy: if Roger Revelle were alive, Coleman suggests, he would validate my stance. That conditional - “might,” “might well” - is doing quiet work. It gives the claim deniability while still delivering the emotional payoff of borrowed authority. The grief is performative: “Oh, how I wish…” reads like elegy, but it’s really a setup for appropriation.

The context matters because Revelle was a foundational climate researcher whose legacy has been repeatedly fought over, especially after a contentious magazine piece (“the Cosmos story”) that skeptics used as a cudgel against mainstream climate science. Coleman frames Revelle’s death as a tragic interruption, not of scientific inquiry, but of an imagined campaign to “stop” it. That inversion is the subtext: science becomes “silliness,” expertise becomes a prank, and consensus becomes a “scam.” If climate change is fraud, then doubt isn’t just rational; it’s heroic.

As a businessman, Coleman leans into a marketplace logic of suspicion: if there’s a big coordinated message, someone must be selling something. The rhetoric is less about evidence than about casting the scientific community as a self-interested cartel and positioning the speaker as the brave consumer who won’t be fooled. Even the phrase “stand beside me” stages dissent as camaraderie - a team identity - which is often more motivating than data.