The Union of Soviet Climate Change Writers
– a guest blog by Geoff Chambers
I have an unhealthy obsession with Guardian Environment and their Climate Change web site. As the unofficial voice of the worried middle classes, they have (of course) every right to express the consensus views of their readers on global warming – but twenty times a day?
In the year or so that I have been following their climate change coverage, the Guardian has foresaken all pretence of rational argument. Monbiot’s “Bullshit” campaign; the use of the terms “denier”, and “climate creationist”; and the savage censorship on the so-called “Comment is Free” blogs, all disgrace the reputation of this once respectable newspaper.
There’s a wonderful moment in “the Office” when a confused Brent is trying to dig himself out of the racist hole he’s dug for himself, and his colleague (the sane one) whispers “He’s going to mention ‘Melting Pot’” – and sure enough he does.
UPDATE – Geoff might be referring to this clip
You can get a similar buzz by clicking on Jane Winterton’s prose poem which begins:
I am your inner polar bear
or by reading Andrew Motion’s:
Here are the baffled species taking to high ground,
the already famously lonely polar bear and caribou
The most ardent warmist, the Greenest believer commenting on a Guardian blog would know better than to utter these ineptitudes, simply because a few hours on a climate change blog would make you savvy enough to know that polar bears are passé; everything that needs to be said about polar bears has already been said a million times.
The only people who don’t know that are the country’s greatest writers, apparently.
Not only is there not a single murmur of doubt or dissent from the consensus view of imminent catastrophe; but the sickening regurgitation of the tiredest warmist clichés demonstrates that not one of “our greatest writers” has spent a single hour researching the subject of AGW.
They don’t need to – They Know, and their warning to the doubters is terrible. Here’s Helen Simpson:
Nobody will be able to plead ignorance, either. We can all see what’s happening, on a daily basis, on television
That’s right. Our greatest writers know what’s going on, because they saw it on the telly.
These are proper writers, with talent. But so were the Union of Soviet Writers who extolled Stalin’s five-year plans. No-one is threatening our best writers with the labour camp if they don’t conform. So why do they do it? Are they too stupid, or too lazy, or too cowardly, to confront received opinion?
What’s happening to the intellectual life of our country?