Mark Landsbaum in the Orange County Register:

Call it Nopenhagen, as in zip, zero, nada.
The frantic, sky-is-falling stories leading up to the global-warming powwow set so deliciously in Denmark’s shivering cold didn’t even persuade those shouting the alarm. That’s because it never was about rising temperatures or impending doom. If it had been, only irrationally suicidal people would have left Denmark without agreeing to save the planet at whatever cost. Who pinches pennies when life itself is at stake? Right. No one.
No, Copenhagen never was about global warming. Global warming isn’t even about global warming. They both are all about control and money. Your money. Their control.
Remember in October when British Prime Minister Gordon Brown bellowed that there were only 50 days left to save the Earth from irreversible global warming? “If we do not reach a deal at this time, let us be in no doubt: Since once the damage from unchecked emissions growth is done, no retrospective global agreement, in some future period, can undo that choice. By then it will be irretrievably too late,” Brown told a London conference.
Oops. The 50 days ran out 10 days ago.
Like so many Nostradamus predictions, this too shall pass. It’s a good bet the climate prophets of doom will be held about as accountable as Nostradamus. They’ll just re-jigger their doomsday clocks and dial up another date in the future by which time we again “must do something or die!”
Expect a new deadline for a newly contrived tipping point, by which time we must curb greenhouse gases or, or, or…
Or they will set another new deadline for another new tipping point. Yawn.