The quality of truth in an existential cause may be measured by the quality of the intellects of its most committed followers. Allow me to illustrate.
This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
Imagine the fumings of a climate alarmist. Here, a representation of what goes on in the alarmist mind.
The world is in deep imminent threat.
It may end.
Our beautiful, blue, penguin-marching-David Attenborough-marble may be no more.
All life will disappear. Farewell soy milk. Farewell shocking pink hair dye. Farewell all.
What can I do?
Why, I can call out from every hollow my comrade eco-warriors. Come in a black mask, or strip to your unsightly nudity when you get there, will be the summons.
And what is the plan that I and my fellow eco-doomsters have to avert planetary extinction?
We are, above all, strategists and tacticians. We know what earns quality and never-challenged coverage on NPR and festivals of authentication from CBC.
This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
We are, above all, strategists and tacticians
That is why we organize the type of protests that we do. Direct actions and exhibitionist displays stripping down at awards shows that speak to the farmer, the logger, the fisherman, the movie star falling from favour, or the sad professor who does not have Jordan Petersons reach and fame.
This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
So when we want to avert the gravest challenge humanity has ever had to face, that is why we select actions that will in the words of a very great writer strike home to every bosom.
Is there a Monet or a Goya or a Munch or a Botticelli or a van Gogh in your citys art gallery? Well, off to the hardware store and the supermarket. There is glue to be bought and cans of tomato soup to drop into the backpack.
There is glue to be bought
Glue yourselves to the painting or throw the tomato soup over it. Doesnt matter which.
When the world, on TV and the internet, sees these brave assaults on western art at its highest, you know everyone, just everyone, will park their cars, turn off the heat, refuse to buy anything with a petroleum base and insist that all the heads of oil companies and plastic manufacturers be put on trial for genocide, and Hollywood liberals will forsake their mansions and move to caves.
This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
One of our very keenest moves happened over the weekend in Ottawa. An eco-warrior threw a bucket of pink paint on the Prime Ministers Office and padlocked herself to a rail after the ritual half-undressing. A whole bucket of pink paint if that doesnt hold off climate Armageddon, what will?
All on camera. So bold.
She did not it is most necessary to add honk! End of musing.
We should measure the value of high-order environmental activism IPCC stuff, Davos effluvia, anything Al Gore or David Suzuki so stridently say by the quality of the minds and actions of their most intense supporters.
This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
By which I mean the gluers on paintings, the neuron-challenged street-blockaders, simpletons who smear soup on masterpieces, and a great example the dimwit(s) who think throwing paint on the PMs office amounts to a persuasive, consciousness-raising tactic.
Instead of what everyone else knows it to be: a display of desperate intellectual incapacity, delusionary arrogance, and the Hey-Im-saving-the-world-so-I-can-be-as-stupid-and-supremely-annoying-to-anyone-as-I-f-ing-well-choose attitude of such world saviours.
Thats the level of non-thought that supports most energetically and egregiously the high priests and savants of the net-zero fantasy. Measured by the standard of its pathetic protests, environmental alarmism is the religion of children, a sandbox for narcissists regardless of how old they are.
National Post
More:
Rex Murphy: The simpleton's guide to climate alarmist protest - National Post