G’day everyone, and thanks for keeping LibertyGibbert humming away while I’ve been out on the road.
I note the rather triumphalist tone in James Delingpole’s latest post in the UK Daily Telegraph; I’m not so sure I agree with it. James appears to have seized upon his perennial eyewear rival and emotional basket case Georges Monbiot’s latest hissy fit, funk, black dog, or whatever it was, in despairing of any agreement between governments at the upcoming Mexico conference this year, and compared it to the surrender of the Wehrmacht in 1945. I can understand James’s glee, but would like today to sound a note of caution.
This damned thing won’t die. And the thing is bigger than its current incarnation of CAGW. The science debate is over: no-one who counts believes it any more (if they ever did), even its loudest champions—in fact, evidence points to our planet being on the brink of potentially catastrophic heliogenic cooling, comparable to the Little Ice Age.
Even if the talks at Cancún fail as expected, we cannot afford to wallow in self-congratulation, dust off our hands and walk into the sunset. No, what we have to do is make an example of those who have tried so long, and almost succeeded, in pulling off this whole scam. Those behind it need to have a very, very bright light shone upon them, their associations and their sources of funding. We need to do this so that next time the zombie raises itself to life, it will be different. Next time, the world will not have forgotten so soon.
It’s happening already; the Monbiots of this world and the shadowy organisations that travel with them are repositioning the debate as we speak: Anthropogenic Ocean Acidification is the most likely candidate for a new host body, but they have learned from all this as well. They’re not stupid, and will doubtless have fallback positions in future.
Their goal is not scientific discovery; in fact, to make their case appear plausible, the entire scientific method needed to be re-defined. Their aim is collectivism, with an enlightened elite who know what’s best for us guiding us with an iron fist, encased in a benevolent-looking velvet glove. And all the while being justly compensated for their services, of course.
It is far too soon to declare the debate over. As notre bon ami Amerloque continually exhorts us, Now is not the time to let up!