At the world’s only remaining serious media outlet, the Spectator, Brendan O’Neill describes with customary vim the gratifying (for once!) phenomenon of revolting Frenchmen:
…this revolt is as much against [the] political orthodoxies [of the metropolitan left] as it is against Macron’s out-of-touch and monarchical style. Most strikingly this is a people’s rebellion against the onerous consequences of climate-change policy, against the politics of environmentalism and its tendency to punish the little people for daring to live relatively modern, fossil-fuelled lives. This is new. This is unprecedented. We are witnessing perhaps the first mass uprising against eco-elitism and we should welcome it with open arms to the broader populist revolt that has been sweeping Europe for a few years now.
Bring it on! It is about time some serious opposition to the green madness started to gain some traction and while manning the barricades is awfully un-British, protest against this horrendously damaging political sickness of our times is long overdue.
The state broadcaster in the UK takes a different view:
Sir David said: “Right now, we are facing a man-made disaster of global scale. Our greatest threat in thousands of years. Climate change. “If we don’t take action, the collapse of our civilisations and the extinction of much of the natural world is on the horizon.”
The man is so full of shit that is it amazing he can get on a plane, mind you, I suppose his first class seats are quite capacious. And he knows a lot about gorillas.
It is hard to know where to start, suffice it to say, that there is next to no evidence that the world is warming, even less that it is due to mankind’s activities, and loads of evidence that economic growth enables mankind to cope better with whatever slight changes might happen; and that Attenborough’s preferred solution, that of halting economic growth and slaughtering most of the world’s population probably isn’t ideal.
And how typical it is of the loathed BBC, scientifically ignorant morally sclerotic metro left cultural marxist cesspit, that as the inevitable grassroots rebellion against climate lies lunacy gets going, it focusses on the demented ravings of this man, trotting out the same old lies like some demented parody of the famous image of His Master’s Voice.
I would say that it was high time he was put out to grass, but I am sure he would be the first to admit that if that happened his farts would poison the ozone layer (or something). So it’s off to the knackers yard for him.