It’s snowing again, and I’ve been out crunching around the local park, remembering my Norwegian childhood: we had months of the glorious stuff back then. When my family came to London fifty years ago, I remember initially being puzzled by the relative lack of it. It was damp and cold most of the time, but there was little compensatory snowfall to alleviate the unpleasantness.
Then came the Big Freeze of 1963, and it was Paradise Regained – but it was hard to understand why all the grown-ups kept banging on about this return to normality. I assumed every winter thereafter would be as snow and ice-laden as that one. Little did I know that that was as good as it was ever going to get.
Over the years, I’ve been tantalized by reports of heavy snow in other parts of the country, but I’ve long realized that it takes a minor miracle for it to reach The Great Wen. And when it does, it’s usually in the form of sleet or a half-hearted dusting so feeble it’s gone by the time you’ve wrapped up warm and headed outside to enjoy it.
So this winter’s “weather event” has been a great treat, just like last February’s more truncated version.
Part of the pleasure, I’ll admit, has been imaging climate changers’ hearts sinking as they swish back their bedroom curtains and realize they’ll have to waste weeks going around muttering the scientific equivalent of “Move along, now; nothing to see here,” rather than spending the time productively falsifying statistics and ruthlessly crushing dissent.
The only real question was which approach the High Priests of Global Warming and their media acolytes would employ to explain it all away.
The liberal media, as always on this issue (ditto Europe and Race), almost tripped over themselves in their haste to shove the cat back in its bag.
“Climate” and “Weather” aren’t the same thing. It’s unusually hot right now in places that are usually cold, so it doesn’t mean the globe isn’t warming. A single event doesn’t make a trend. I’ve got my fingers in my ears and I can’t hear you. Lalalalalala…
Listen, chaps. When we have an unusually hot, dry summer, you tell us it’s a sign of global warming. When we have several years of cool, wet summers and a freezing winter, it’s nothing to do with climate.
Make up your bloody minds!
Everything that happens is now taken as proof that the basic Climate Change theory – i.e. man-made carbon emissions are heating up the globe disastrously - is correct. It is becoming increasingly clear that, for some, no event or trend will ever alter their minds.
So Climate Change has in effect become a religion, requiring faith on the part of the believer. In its early days, followers were allowed to question and interpret the central tenets of the faith, but now they’ve moved into the initial fundamentalist phase: we’re right, everyone else is wrong, if you don’t agree, you’re barred!
This new religion is now rapidly moving into its secondary fundamentalist phase, where dogma rules and dissenters aren’t simply excluded, but must be hunted down and destroyed before the poison of their unbelief weakens the resolve of the faithful.
The governing classes and the media are fully on board: all we need now is for denial to be made a prosecutable offence, and we can start beheading infidels and burning witches .
Mind you, if it keeps on getting this parky, we might all be glad of a decent fire.
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