I suppose that I must have grown up in a time of careless complacency. My parents’ generation never seemed to worry about anything. They lived their lives wreathed in tobacco smoke. They knocked back gin and tonic. And they ate butter and sugar.
Now everybody’s scared of everything. They’re terrified of tobacco smoke. In fact they’re scared of every other kind of smoke too. And they’re worried about the carbon dioxide in the smoke. And sugar. And butter. The list is endless.
And the scaremongering only ever gets worse:
Climate change will probably trigger more human conflict, according to an article in the journal Science.
An examination of 60 separate studies, including one stretching back to 10,000 B.C., found that individuals, groups and nations are “substantially” more likely to become involved in physical conflict in hot weather and heavy rain.
Climate change is expected to drive up temperatures in many regions, which will “systematically increase the risk of many types of conflict” ranging from barroom brawls and rape to civil wars and international disputes, according to the article.
I came across an entirely new scare today: most of us have only got another month to live.
Russia – Edward Snowden, hacker-fugitive and former National Security Agency (NSA) contractor, revealed Tuesday that a series of solar flares is set to occur in September, killing hundreds of millions of people. Documents provided by Snowden prove that, as of 14 years ago, Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) remote viewers knew that the event was inevitable. Ever since, the world’s governments have quietly been trying to prepare for the sweeping global famine to result.
And as if to confirm that the solar flares have already started, the Daily Mail reported:
An electromagnetic pulse that could have knocked electrical equipment over continent-scale regions barely missed Earth two weeks ago, it has been revealed.
Electromagnetic pulses, also known as EMPs, are massive surges of energy that can come from a severe solar flare or from a high altitude nuclear explosion.
‘The world escaped an EMP catastrophe,’ Henry Cooper, who now heads High Frontier, a group pushing for missile defence, told Washington Secrets.
And there even are YouTube videos about the ‘killshot’ predicted by ‘remote viewers’ to be coming in September.
Many readers are asking about a report in the Washington Examiner, which states that a Carrington-class solar storm narrowly missed Earth two weeks ago. There was no Carrington-class solar storm two weeks ago. On the contrary, solar activity was low throughout the month of July.
And the ‘remote viewers’, if they exist at all, are probably just a bunch of guys who report what they dreamt when they got high on peyote or something. Either that, or they just sit around watching TV, flipping channels with their remotes.
And Der Spiegel (and even the BBC) have harsh criticism for the global-warming-causes-violence story:
Hsiang et al Humiliated…Top Experts Deem Paper Claiming That Warming Leads To Conflict Flawed And Exaggerated
Depleted of scare stories, the global warming scare industry is desperate and has resorted to the latest scare tactic, claiming that warming leads to violent conflict.
When will it end?
I never thought it at the time, but I’m beginning to think that my father was a hero, and should have had a row of medals pinned to his chest. Because he smoked 60 cigarettes a day, and drank gin and tonic, and ate copious amounts of meat and fat and butter and salted crisps and peanuts. And he drove his car without a seat belt. And he went swimming in shark-infested waters. And he went sailing in storms.
What serene courage! What quiet heroism!
And yet he somehow made it all seem perfectly ordinary and everyday and unremarkable, as if no heroism at all was needed to push another anchovy-stuffed olive into his mouth as he sat smoking at the bar of his local yacht club after nursing his little dinghy back through the storm-tossed waves of Guanabara bay.
But how many people could do any of those things today, without being reduced to bleating lumps of quivering jelly? Hardly any, I’d imagine.