Written by Daniel Greenfield
What do you think about Global Warming? It doesn't matter what you think. Not if you live in New York, Berlin, Yokohama or Karachi that is. On behalf of his C40 group, Mayor Bloomberg explained to the BBC, "Your job is not to ask the public where they want to go and get behind them. Your job is to tell the public".
But the BBC knows that already. They've been telling the public what to think for a long time now. And they don't need lessons on that from some parvenu yank billionaire. Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs and don't presume to teach the BBC how to disdainfully ignore public opinion for the public's own good.
While Bloomberg "leads from the front" in his Large Cities Climate Leadership Group or C40 group (the manufacture of Orwellian acronyms accounts for 30 percent of carbon emissions from climate change propaganda), New Yorkers are busy protesting in the streets over firehouse closings. Residents of the city are not concerned about global warming. They're worried about local incineration. Forget the tides and do something about the firehoses.
Not that his Imperial Mayorality is listening. Real leaders don't listen to the public. They drive tanks over them. As the mayors of Shanghai and Beijing, also members of the LCCLG or C40, know. The peasants may cry for firehouses, but what do they know anyway. Each firehouse emits carbon. Every time a fire engine races off to save an apartment building, metric tons of carbon is released into the software algorithms of climate change researchers. Better to let the peasants burn and save the planet.
"If you ask the public ‘is there global warming,’ 'is in 50 years the earth going to be dramatically different or perhaps uninhabitable,’ their eyes roll. Nobody can think 50 years in advance", says Bloomy. Nobody clearly doesn't include the mayor. Fortunately the city is blessed with a leader who couldn't see a snow emergency coming two days ahead of time, but has no trouble parting the mists of time and seeing half a century into the future.
While snow was falling on Brooklyn, the Prophet of City Hall was pondering a distant future when the whole city would be underwater because too many trucks have been crossing the BQE. Forget Mayor. It's time the city got Bloomberg a crystal ball, a deck of tarot cards and something to gird his loins with, if he has any, and appoint him our seer and prophet. We've been shamefully wasting the man's time on minutiae like our worries about burning to death because we only have a skeletal fire department, when we should be coming to him with questions about the strange world of the future.
"Tell me Mayor Mike, will there still be mayors in the future?" "Yes, but they will all be underwater, have gold skin and be worshiped as gods at international conferences."
It's funny until you remember that the snow emergency which the city neglected in order to participate in planning conferences for Waterworld actually cost human lives. People died because the ruling class was too busy wrapped up in an underwater end of days to attend to petty matters like doing their jobs. In the winter they died in ice, while officials planned to combat the rising tides of the future with bicycle lanes. Will they burn to death in summer because officials are too busy pushing roof painting to consider the people living under those roofs as anything but carbon waste on two legs?
Our governments are being run by a cult that makes Harold Camping seem positively rational. An apocalyptic elite that proudly celebrates its disdain for the common man. Mediocre politicians guided by a science they don't understand, allowing themselves to be weaponized into tools of mass regulation in the name of a philosophy that sees the human race as one giant waste product. Plastic cups of Kool Aid with instructions to drink them in atonement to Gaia haven't come in the mail yet, but at the rate we're going it's only a matter of time.
The problem isn't Bloomberg. He's just the tackiest member of an international coterie. A billionaire with bad taste who bought his job and is now trying to buy an international role commensurate with his sense of self-importance. His quips are awkward. On camera he has all the charisma of a dead fish. He litters City Hall park with modern art that would make Picasso weep and yet dreams of being a man of vision. Someone genuinely important. Like Al Gore, another stiff and awkward politician with hidden dreams of glory, he has stumbled into environmental advocacy. The Green has become the grim crusade of political nerds fighting for someone to take them seriously.
It's this new vision of government, which no longer satisfies itself with launching misguided crusades against social problems, but holds its nose, dons its snorkels and dives deep to tackle problems that don't exist except in its own ideology. Say what you will about poverty and drugs, but those are actual verified problems. But these days we might as well be told to fight the extinction of unicorns with good vibrations and a whopping tax hike.
Liberalism has gone beyond addressing actual phenomena and down the rabbit hole into wonderland. It has lost touch with the difference between the real world and the world as described in their ideology. And its cultural dominance has dragged a good deal of the more gullible segment of the population (small children, movie stars and politicians) across the reality gap with it. Islamic terrorism, not a problem. But you know what's a deadly threat-- flatulent cows.
Some day a future civilization will rifle through our discarded magazines, films and tissue boxes and wonder how an entire people came to believe that they were going drown unless they paid higher taxes. They will assume that we were idiots. Which we are not. We only happen to be governed by them. Not that this is much of a defense. But still what are we supposed to do when the idiots insist on "leading from the front." Except to wait until they march off the cliff and then quietly tiptoe back home.
Mayor Bloomberg is still leading from the front. But when you lead from the front, you often have no idea where you're going. The people rally to protest against closings firehouses, and the mayor hears 'Fire Island' and goes to deliver a speech on gay marriage. "Should government permit men and women of the same sex to marry?” he asks. Why not. We've got some empty firehouses they can get married in.
The BBC complains that Americans aren't on board with the East Anglia Apocalypse and demands orthodoxy from the colonials. The carbon spewing infidels who refuse to believe that the tides will rise and the planet will burn as has been prophesied. But Bloomberg counsels pragmatism. So what if the peasants don't believe. They're too daft to think 50 years into the future, still busy worrying about snow shovels and fire departments. Just ladle it out to them one policy at a time. Kneel down in front of them and tell them that if they aren't good little boys and girls, then they won't get a lollipop. And if they still say 'No, ' 'Contra', 'Nyet', 'Meiyou' and 'Mit a lefl ken men dem yam nit oyshepen' then you lead from the front and do it anyway.
The followers of the Cult of East Anglia have forgotten that power is not leadership. And that the ability to compel people to follow your orders has its limits.The Greens have only gotten more aggressive as economic times have turned downward. And a public far beyond a small stretch of land facing the Atlantic is kicking back.
Carbon Tax backers hoped to use movie stars to sell Australians on another green money grab. Instead they got an angry talking to for a farcical ad which depicts carbon blackening Australia's skies. A carbon nightmare that truly shows just how 'science based' the cult is. Perhaps a campaign of millionaires to rob people of their income was not the best idea. But when you lead from the front, whether it's Bloomberg's 'green' island retreat or Cate Blanchett's multimillion dollar 'green' mansion, it's hard to see the little people you're stomping underfoot.
"Say yes to new money for clean energy that never runs out," says the ad. Is it the new money that never runs out or the clean energy. Odds are it's the new money. Money that's new because it's newly taken from you. Grist for a green mill that never closes. Atonement for the human stain. But what happens when a minority cult attempts to force its will on a majority that does not share its beliefs. That is what we are set to find out. The collision between the cult with its privileged followers, and the people they are bleeding dry is coming.
The public is not as stupid as the press or the politicians believe. They know jet setting island hopping hypocrites when they see them. All the lies about 'Green Jobs' and 'Clean Energy' and all the talk of doing this for our children-- when the only children who benefit are the spawn of green technology executives-- the fearmongering and the false promises, are headed back at their makers. The world isn't sinking. But the doomsday cult which is choking the life out of our civilization is.
From NY to Jerusalem , Daniel Greenfield Covers the Stories Behind the News. Daniel Greenfield is a blogger, author and columnists covering international affairs, the rising threat of terrorism and the growing problems of socialism. His daily blog can be viewed at Sultan Knish.