 Starting in 1988, and then, I can't do math here, about 30 years later, it snows in D.C., and James Inhofe says, well, now the script has flipped. Look, it's snowing outside. Clearly, it's all a hoax. So, look, I'm not here to dance on anyone's grave. I am really not. But I do want to take note of this guy's legacy.