I’m ignoring the news. It’s all too awful. I don’t want to know. I don’t believe most of it anyway.
Instead I’ve started listing a few Things I Don’t Believe In.
Global Warming was top of the list. I don’t believe in global warming. Or at least not catastrophic global warming. In fact I think it’s a good thing if it’s happening at all, and we could do with more of it. Why? Because our current 12,000 year long interglacial period, during which human civilisation has arisen, is likely to end fairly soon. and a new ice age start, and so a few degrees of CO2-driven global warming may well prevent it or delay it.
But I’m not much worried about ice ages either. I doubt one’s going to start next week.
Why do some people worry about these things, while I don’t?
I guess that some people are natural alarmists. I used to be one too, back in my 20s. I worried about all sorts of things. And then I gradually stopped worrying. Now I hardly worry about anything.
I don’t worry about global warming. I don’t worry about the vastly exaggerated threat of Covid-19. I don’t worry about the even more vastly exaggerated threats of smoking and drinking and diet. And I don’t trust experts, whether climate or health or anything else. I don’t think that any of the experts know much about anything. All the experts ever do is to try to get people to worry about stuff, and give them money to find new things to worry about..
I don’t worry about racism. Is anyone a racist? I’ve never met one. Is anyone a white supremacist? I’ve never met one.
I don’t care about “transgender” issues. I’ve never met a transgender person. I doubt I ever will. I’m not sure they even exist. A bit like unicorns.
I think that my long, slow 50-year transition from being (slightly) left-wing to right-wing has maybe been a move from worrying to not worrying. Lefties are worriers. They want to change the world because they’re worried about it. And if they’re really worried, they’ll even want a revolution. But the Right doesn’t worry, and so sees no need for change, and certainly not for revolution. Why fix what ain’t broke?
And because the Left is always worried, they’re also thinking a lot, and writing books. And because the Right isn’t worried about anything much, they don’t think much, and they don’t write books.
The Left dreams of a bright future – Progress -, and the Right dreams of the past. That’s certainly how I feel. Britain was a kinder, more tolerant place before the 2007 smoking ban. It wasn’t full of people worrying about health and global warming. It was a simpler place where milk bottles were made of real glass with silver tops that could be opened with the press of a finger. And there was no internet. And TVs had three channels which were selected with a dial, just like radios. And it was even simpler when there were none of them, and people read newspapers that needed two long arms to hold them open, and which were disposed of by burning them in the coal fires found in every room. And cars were started with crank handles. And there were no motorways with multiple speeding lanes, but instead narrow roads that wound left and right and up and down, and on which people rode bicycles, or sometimes horses. And schools taught Latin, and the children chanted Amo, Amas, Amat, Amamus, Amatis, Amant, And they ate Wagon Wheels and Smarties.
These days milk bottles are cardboard geometry puzzles, and the simplest way to open them is with a screwdriver and a hammer. It sprays milk everywhere, but it at least opens a hole. And they’re full not of milk, but skimmed milk or semi-skimmed milk or even more exotic flavoured variants.
I dream of the past. It was a better world, a simpler world. The future just looks like a slowly accelerating descent into hell. It’s no Progress at all.