Richard Glover, broadcaster and Sydney Morning Herald columnist, believes himself to be a reasonable man. He might think so but I don’t. What Glover is, is a fascist greenie cunt sans pareil. Don’t believe me? Just look at what he has to say about himself, and you too if you’re an AGW sceptic. Apparently this is what Glover calls humour. It’s about as rib-tickling as watching “denier” kids explode. I acknowledge part of this post is high octane Godwinery. I consider it a necessary evil. Besides, Glover started it.
Surely it’s time for climate-change deniers to have their opinions forcibly tattooed on their bodies.
That’s right. Obergruppenführer Dick Mitten jokingly wants to update the bad old days of the Nazi pogroms. Unfortunately he’s a little confused. Labelling climate realists as deniers doesn’t sit too well with his Schutzstaffel tendencies to tattoo the enemies of the Gaian Reich keine-grünen.* In fact it’s downright schizophrenic.
Not necessarily on the forehead; I’m a reasonable man.
Of course you are, Dick. But only in an alternate dimension where the word “reasonable” translates as shit for brains.
Just something along their arm or across their chest…
Something like fuck off you green cunts!
…so their grandchildren could say, ”Really? You were one of the ones who tried to stop the world doing something? And why exactly was that, granddad?”
And then I would go on to explain why we scotched the climate alarmists misanthropic lunacy in order to keep the lights on and our homes warm. And how sceptics prevented hi-tech companies like Sony being carbon taxed into bankruptcy which is why the kid gets to play games on his Playstation 10 instead of eking out a subsistence living growing spuds and cabbages where the lawn and the water feature used to be.
On second thoughts, maybe the tattooing along the arm is a bit Nazi-creepy.
So how about they are forced to buy property on low-lying islands, the sort of property that will become worthless with a few more centimetres of ocean rise, so they are bankrupted by their own bloody-mindedness?
Buying and living in a beach front villa doesn’t seem to bother Al Gore too much. Doesn’t bother me either. Sorry to disappoint you, but you see, Dick, I’ve lived a house built a couple of hundred yards from a beach for nearly eleven years. I’m not rowing to the shops yet, I’m afraid, and no sign of doing so any time in the foreseeable future. So what were you saying about wanting to bankrupt me via my own bloody-mindedness? At least I have a mind, which is more than I can say for you, you pustulent arse berry.
Or what about their signed agreement to stand, in the year 2040, lashed to a pole at a certain point in the shallows off Manly?
The only agreement I’d sign is one guaranteeing you get whacked around the head with a huge lump of combustible biomass every time your pig ignorant, let’s brand a sceptic, funny bone itches.
If they are right and the world is cooling – ”climate change stopped in the year 1998” is one of their more boneheaded beliefs – their mouths will be above water. If not …
And talking of pig ignorance, Dick, you are just one of a shitload of alarmist fuckwits who confuse the term climate change with catastrophic anthropogenic global warming. Sceptics don’t believe climate change stopped in 1998, you moronic twat, because the climate is always with us, always changing. However, I’m more than ready to believe your credibility as a serious journalist ceased around the time this climate insanity began, if you ever had credibility that is.
OK, maybe the desire to see the painful, thrashing death of one’s opponents is not ideal. But, my God, these people are frustrating. You just know that in 20 years’ time, when the costs of our inaction are clear, the climate deniers will become climate-denial-deniers. ”Who me? Oh, no, I always believed in it. Yes, it’s hard to understand why people back then were so daft. It’s so much more costly to stop it now.”
Like James Hansen, “just knew” back in 1989 that the West Side Highway in New York would be under water within 20 years or so. Isn’t it amazing how the greenscum “just know” they are right when there isn’t a single shred of physical evidence to back up the CO2 is bad claims of the global climate modellers predictions. Unless, of course, you consider the fraudulent, spliced data graph produced by the Hockey Team is proof?
That’s why the tattoo has its appeal.
You should have a tattoo also, Dickcheese. The type that consists of two lumps of solid wood judiciously employed to drum some climate reality into that dense cranium of yours.
Not that the other side isn’t frustrating. There’s a type of green zealot who appears to relish climate change. Every rise in sea levels is noted excitedly. Every cyclone is applauded and claimed as a noisy, deadly witness for their side.
But not like you, Dick. You’re the type of green zealot who wants to silence the AGW sceptics because their common sense and hard science tenacity damages the credibility of the Marxist new world order greenie cause. You are far more nasty and insidious than the ecolunatics you sneer at.
Suddenly, it’s as if they have the planet’s assistance in their lifelong campaign to bully everyone else into accepting their view of the perfect world. One without any human beings. Except for them. Living in a cave. Wearing an unwashed T-shirt that not only says ”Support wildlife” but actually does.
And writing in your MSM column about your desire to brand heretics unbelievers AGW sceptics isn’t bullying in any way? What a self-righteous, sophistry-spouting shitbag you are, Dick.
Is it possible to get the politics out of the climate-change debate? The first step might be to acknowledge the way ideology informs attitudes to climate change on both sides.
Face/palm. It’s all about political ideology, you gormless prat. If you removed politics from the debate there would be no fucking debate.
People on the left instinctively believe in communal action, the role of government and the efficacy of international agencies such as the UN. They were always going to believe in climate change; it’s the sort of problem that can best be solved using the tools they most enjoy using.
I don’t know about you, Dick, but I’ve had my fill of Big State, authoritarian leftist cunts who think they know best and just love inventing problems they then tax everyone into penury to solve. So you can take your “climate change” and your Maxist tools and stick them up your arse; sideways.
Dick’s next few paragraphs are full of excruciating, left/right ideology wibblage so I’m skipping ‘em and moving down a few column inches to this:
Aside from the frothing fringe of the environmental movement, no one is secretly pleased about global warming. We’d all rather it just went away. Who needs to feel guilty about having a long shower, flying to Paris or eating T-bone steak?
And Gaia heard your prayers – way back in 1998. So indulge in that shower, take that flight, scoff that steak. Live that guilt-free existence. It’ll do you the world of good.
Who needs to be worried about their children and grandchildren and the way we are pushing the burdens of our time on to them?
That is a great argument for not accepting Gillard’s Carbon Tax.
As Cate Blanchett put it this week: ”I can’t look my children in the face if I’m not trying to do something in my small way and to urge other people.”
Yeah, I saw her cameo role in the ecoloon advert and marvelled at its accuracy. I’m talking about the ad with the photoshopped image of Battersea powerstation belching out black smoke in the background. That’s the same Battersea powerstation on the bank of the Thames twelve thousand miles away in London. Exactly the same Battersea powerstation whose furnaces were permanently doused in 1983, nearly thirty fucking years ago! So tell me, Dick, why do your pals believe a defunct and derelict powerstation in a distant land is relevant to the pursuit of greenie utopia? Couldn’t they find a suitable Australian one? Or will any worthless piece of propaganda do in a pinch when it comes to cynically lying to your fellow Australians about CO2?
Each generation of people has a job to do; a burden that falls to their time. Sometimes, it’s a war or depression. Sometimes, it’s the work of building the first railways and roads. Sometimes, it’s a plague that wipes out half the population or a fire that destroys a whole city.
There are several generations currently engaged in fighting an old war that’s been rumbling on for nearly a century. It’s the war against socialist tyranny “reality”. You picked the wrong side, Dick.
Looked at through this lens, our generation has it easy. Already wealthy and armed with new technology, we need to front up to the challenge of building a low-carbon economy.
You can frack off with your useless windmills and solar panels. Thank goodness for the new technology that’ll release immense deposits of shale gas for the benefit of mankind, eh?
The tool we’ll use is a carbon tax that seeks to subtly redirect some of our choices. Cut your power bill by more than the compensation offered and you get to keep the change.
And where will this compensation money come from? You can’t collect tax from people who have no jobs because Australian industry has either closed down or been forced to relocate offshore and employ foreign workers. You think that “green” jobs are going to pick up the slack do you? The biggest tool around here is you, Dick, if you believe the Gillard crap you are regurgitating.
Is that really so onerous compared with a depression or war?
Yes, Dick. Yes it is. Because the Carbon Tax has the potential to usher in a depression the likes of which you wouldn’t believe. I know because we’re desperately trying to avert one in the UK, made worse by our insane politicians deliberately wrecking our economy and energy security with their low-carbon fuckulence.
Our grandparents didn’t fail us, even though the challenges they faced were so much greater. So why are we in the process of failing to live up to their example?
You might be failing to live up to their example, Dick. I’m not. I’m fighting to retain the freedoms that millions of people died to protect. You, on the other hand, are prepared to piss their sacrifice up the wall to protect the biggest fucking lie ever told.