Paris, the City of Lights, of culture, of learning, of
civilization, is a perfect place for such a gathering. Decadent, rich, storied,
and romantic, it provides the perfect destination for bureaucrats who avoid poor
places like the plague. The elitist choice is always the most luxurious and
expensive locales where they can travel, live, eat, drink, and party in style
at the expense of the hapless worshippers of Gaia who foot the bill.
These tin pot bureaucrats and their developed world brethren
have finally succeeded, through the audacity of persistence, power, pressure, and
blatant lies, to fleece seven billion people who willingly gave up their lifestyles
and their fortunes in order to save the planet from an impending doom and gloom
presumably caused by man alone.
We are so lucky! We
are getting a new life and the assurance from the gods of climate that we will
live in balmy weather and glorious climate across the globe, with plenty of
water and no harsh weather, only sunshine and blue skies, anytime, anyplace, on
a blessed and abundant earth, protecting its most precious inhabitants: wild
animals and the elites.
We can now rest assured and with confidence that blizzards and
heat waves, tsunamis, tornadoes, hurricanes, droughts, mudslides, and other
weather and climate related events are a thing of the past.
The whizzes of the Paris COP21 conference have tamed the
climate and we no longer have to fear anything. The science is settled – all discussions or
debates will cease. Deniers will be marginalized, ridiculed, silenced, fired,
or jailed if too persistent and annoying.
The seas will no longer rise and flood some obscure pacific
island or some city built unwisely below sea level; the oceans will no longer
acidify and kill marine life; the fish stocks in rivers will self-replenish,
the delta smelt will thrive again once the agricultural industry will be
completely destroyed; the globe’s temperatures will no longer rise by 2 degrees
because now, we are going to pay through our noses more taxes to the climate lords
and their lucrative climate change industry dominated by renewables.
Climate science elites will make sure that our paper money
will stop pollution, volcanic activity around the globe and at the bottom of
the oceans. The oceanic currents will flow the right way. El Nino will sit with
them at the discussion table and will tame and subdue its activity. The sun
will cooperate and stop flaring whenever it wants. Everything will now be under
the sly control of the bureaucrats at the United Nations who, ever so wise, have
no idea how many countries have actually signed this existential and unenforceable
proposal. Or is it a gentlemen’s agreement, paraded as a treaty?
The third world nations are already salivating at the
prospect of dividing 100 billion each year with more to come in the future. The
planet must be 100 percent renewable green in a short time.
We will all be singing kumbaya in our dark and dank caves
once all the dams are blown up, the rivers restored to their pristine state,
the salmon and other migratory animals and birds will be safe from encroaching
development, and the polluting coal power plants will be closed.
Wild animals and birds will have nothing to fear as long as birds
avoid flying into the chopping blades of the wind turbines or into the solar
panels’ vaporizing heat flux. Animals may have to move away from the constant and
maddening thump-thump noise of wind turbines and away from millions of acres of
solar panels.
China and India will finally breathe fresh air again. Nuclear
power plants will be a thing of the 1970s, replaced by renewable wind and solar
power. Coal mines will be closed, “dirty”
coal will no longer provide energy, and cars and planes will rust in place
while the elites will whiz by in their expensive solar automobiles and private
planes. What a perfectly dystopic planet that will be! Who needs civilization
when the animals of the planet will be safe?
