. . . but you sure better hope he doesn’t die.
I wasn’t going to pen anything today. I wanted to take a bit of a break and do a bit of reading and thinking. But how can I let the following pass without comment?
I’m talking about no less a personage than the UN General Bellend Secretary. This guy has provided us with concrete evidence of a level of dumb we never knew existed.
Here’s what he is reported to have said . . .
The era of global warming has ended, the era of global boiling has arrived. The air is unbreathable
This is not some random nutjob on Twitter (or should we call it ex-Twitter now?). This is someone in a position which presumably previously required the existence of a functioning brain as a necessary qualification.
These Klimate Kooks are quite obviously more than a few ice crystals short of a glacier.
We’ve gone from limiting global warming to a degree or so over the next HUNDRED years to global boiling and the air being “unbreathable”.
It would be funny - except for the fact that these luminaries, who appear to have the intellectual capacity of plankton, are in influential positions.
We can, of course, indulge in being Konspiracy Kooks ourselves and suggest that maybe this fine example of human goodness and benevolence is somewhere in the mix too
Could there be any plainer evidence that these folk are either the dumbest thing since Norbert Knobheadsson the Norse God of Numptiness, or they have an agenda?
But their agenda is saving the planet - they’re good people.
Fine - you go on believing that as you’re imprisoned within your 15 minute zone, eating McMaggots, and freezing your balls off because you’re not allowed to heat your house. Meanwhile in Schwabland they’ll be all toasty and warm, preparing to jet about all over the place, and tucking in to the finest steak and foie gras.
Remember - the “elite” do not think of the vast mass of humanity as humans at all. We are, in the perspective of the elite, at best commodities to be exploited and used up.
They talk a good game - but do not let yourselves be deceived that they care about us - except insofar as we can benefit them.
Most of us, of course, predicted this. We knew that when the covid hysteria had sufficiently died down, they’d ramp up the climate hysteria.
Going from the planet will be a degree hotter in a century to the boiling of the planet, right now, is crazy - even by the standards of Klimate Kookiness.
Perhaps we’re all going to die within 28 days of getting a positive climate test.
This is just all getting too silly for words now.
Hopefully, most people will be able to see that the UN General Bellend hasn’t just overegged the pudding, he’s overcooked it too. But after seeing the kind of monstrous crapola that most people believed during covid, I’m not overly optimistic.
One wonders where they go from here?
Warming ——> Boiling ——> Chargrilled?
What’s the next thing?
When the billionaires give up their yachts and jets, when the rich give away all they own. When the leader appears on TV barefoot and a robe having walked to the press conference and is sleeping rough. When there’s a market garden on every corner and we butcher our own meat - when we hunt again. Then and only then will I feel like joining in and taking this save the planet shit seriously.
A young child’s natural impulse, upon getting hurt, is to check her parent’s face. So regardless of whether she is merely scraped or bleeding out and paralyzed from the spine down, one fights one’s natural parental anxiety and pastes on a huge smile, feigning nonchalance.
The climate alarmists, whose attitude is paternalistic and condescending to begin with, treat us like children who can be made to believe— with enough manufactured panic from the “adults in the room”— that ordinary discomforts mean we are dying. Forget that Native American breathed in the particulate matter from wood fires as they cooked their food and warmed their dwellings; the air quality today is code red and can’t you feel how you are slowly dying every time you take an inhalation? Ignore the rather typical summer temperatures and focus on that “feels like” metric, which is meant to remind you that you feel hot, deathly hot, that in fact every time you venture outside you see many “lying on the ground, frothing at the mouth, rolling their eyeballs and writhing in painful contortions” suffering from heart stroke. (Oops, that may be an account from a civil war journal more than 150 years old now, but we are really suffering here— we have to remove our cardigans when stepping outside our air conditioned homes.)