Not anymore we aint, not if this bunch of swivel eyed evil bastards get their way. It will be forbidden. No more space travel no more sea travel no more air travel for us plebs, just the privileged few. We peasants can rot where we were born and aspire to nothing but drudgery and disease and an early death. Don’t expect to get to my age kids, you are going to all be dead by 30.
We have to agree to be poor, to live in a hovel and eat only sustainable local produce. Yes we have no bananas, we won’t have them tomorrow either, and Strawberries in January will become a Capital crime. The WWF (might as well call them the Waffen SS and be done with it) are an old, formed in the sixties, venerable (to many, Govts , UN Panel on Climate Change) extremely well funded and influential global organisation. But they apparently want to burn down the village to save it. Oops, not burn it down, jeez think of the carbon! no carefully dismantle and recycle it. Unpave Paradise and put up a stinking swamp, as it were.
All power must come from renewables by 2050 (that will be bugger all then) but not only that, insane enough as it is, the WWF think they can do it by not using nasty stuff like steel, Glass and concrete. Umm Windmills and solar panels need a hell of a lot of all of that, and the essential element in making the windmills work are rare earth metals. Well they don’t call them rare for nothing, and they leave a nasty gash in the ground extracting them, no way round that. But very Animal Farm eh? some gashes bad (carbon fuels) some gashes good (rare earth) or do you think that the WWF just haven’t thought this all through, and can’t do sums for toffee? I look forward with considerable interest to the Windmills made of blancmange and marshmallow pies though, and cabled by Spaghetti don’t you?
This is all so evilly insane I don’t know where to stop or start here. I have said many times that the only realistic future that mankind has is to get the hell off this planet and colonise new ones. We cannot sit here contemplating our navels till the sun goes out, or we go out with it. But that’s just what the likes of the WWF want us to do and be Morrissey with it!
I’m sure my fellow kitty kounter Lynne would have done a much better job of this post, but as you know, we are having a bit of a torrid time round here, and I wanted to keep the momentum going for as long as is possible.
Here’s the article that sets it out far better than I just have.
H/T to my friend, and long term commenter on Samizdata, Alisa.