Published on: Tue, 10 Feb 2026 22:47:00 GMT
Original Story: Trump to repeal key ruling allowing regulation of planet-heating gases – The Guardian


Who Needs Oxygen When You Have Deregulation?

Remember 2007? I do. I was wearing low-rise jeans, listening to indie sleaze, and thinking my entry-level salary would eventually buy me a house with a yard. It was also the year the Supreme Court decided that maybe, just maybe, the EPA should treat greenhouse gases like the planet-cooking poisons they are. Well, grab your favorite reusable straw and throw it into a burning tire fire, because that “settled law” is about to go the way of my 401(k) during a market “correction.”

The plan is simple and delightfully chaotic: repeal the ruling that allows the regulation of planet-heating gases. Because, as we all know from three decades of soul-crushing corporate town halls, the real “endangerment” isn’t a vanishing coastline or a sky the color of a Cheeto; it’s the minor inconvenience of a fossil fuel executive having to file a 12-page environmental impact report. Truly, the paperwork is the real tragedy here. My heart bleeds, though that might just be the microplastics and the rising heat index talking.

As an Elder Millennial who has spent the last fifteen years “pivoting” through every “once-in-a-generation” economic collapse and global plague, I find this move refreshingly honest. It’s the ultimate “quiet quitting” of the executive branch. Why bother managing the atmosphere when you can just declare that the atmosphere doesn’t exist? It’s the legislative equivalent of “per my last email,” except the email is a cease-and-desist to the Earth’s ecosystem. If we just stop measuring the carbon, did the ice caps even melt? It’s Schrodinger’s Climate, and we’re all the cat.

We’ve spent our entire adult lives being told to recycle our yogurt cups and feel guilty about our carbon footprints while corporations were literally turning the thermostat up to “Deep Fry.” Now, we’re removing the last few regulatory speed bumps between us and a future where “outdoor seating” is a lethal sport. It’s bold. It’s daring. It’s the kind of disruptive innovation that only happens when the people in charge won’t be around to see the oceans boil. It’s the ultimate “not my KPI, not my problem” move.

So, go ahead and update your LinkedIn profile one last time. Maybe add “Specialist in Atmospheric Toasting” to your skills. I’ll be over here, staring into the middle distance and wondering if my “Work From Home” policy covers working from a customized bunker. But hey, at least the quarterly earnings for Coal-Co will look great for approximately seven minutes before the grid melts. Synergy!


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