It’s starting to turn nasty as the promoters and useful idiots surrounding the trillion-dollar green energy scam start fighting back against the devastating blow inflicted by the recent Michael Moore film Planet of the Humans. None seem more enraged than grisly George Monbiot of the Guardian who dusts down the newspaper’s house smears and suggests the work aligns itself with “white supremacists and the extreme right”.
Even on Planet Monbiot that is a stretch for a film that states the obvious that most green energy is useless in powering a modern economy, highly destructive of the natural world and the plaything of every rent seeking, virtue signalling, subsidy-addicted artist on the planet.
Monbiot along with many others has long refused to debate climate science, even suggesting that they would “lend credibility” if they deigned to do so. In such a toxic, child-like environment, cheap opinions fill acres of newspaper and broadcast media space. Facts are expensive to mine so opponents do not need to be confronted, just shouted down as racists and both Nazi holocaust deniers and sympathisers.
The Moore film is highly critical of solar and wind power, but according to Monbiot, it relies on a “series of blatant falsehoods”. But Monbiot himself has criticised solar power in the past. In 2010 he wrote:
“Against my instincts I’ve come to oppose solar photovoltaic power in the UK, and the feed-in tariffs designed to encourage it, because the facts show unequivocally that this is a terrible investment”. In the UK, he adds, solar “makes no sense”.
For good measure he added that he hated pylon lines and didn’t care for the sight of big power plants, “wind farms included”.
In fact there seems little in the way of modern civilisation and convenience that Monbiot actually likes. Who can forget him lauding the value of road kill meat in a 2015 Newsnight programme? During the piece, Monbiot cooked a squirrel and fed it to James O’Brien – at the time presenting the BBC late night show for a mercifully brief period.
Surely a case of the inedible being forced on the insufferable.
Of course Monbiot hates most power sources including natural gas and alleges the film claimed erroneously that Germany had a large LNG terminal which it identified using film shot in Turkey. No doubt space stopped the author noting that last year the Germans ordered not one but two such terminals to add to capacity from its pipeline taking gas direct from the always reliable ally Boris the Bear.
Sadly, there was no room either for the explanation that the CO2-lite gas will help wean Germany off burning local filthy brown coal to fill the gap for when its intermittent, hugely expensive renewable power stops working. Needless to say, Germany, like the UK, is too green and grand to tap the stuff itself despite sitting on vast reserves beneath their feet.
The film did a sensational job in debunking the arguments for green energy but it is riddled with Malthusian notions that the only solution to the destruction of the planet is population control. This subject has bedevilled the environmental movement for years. This includes the jocular ravings of Prince Philip who once noted that he would like to return to Earth as a killer virus to lower populations levels and the late David Brower, the first executive director of the Sierra Club and founder of Friends of the Earth. This bundle of sunshine was of the view that:
“Childbearing should be a punishable crime against society, unless the parents hold a government license. All potential parents should be required to use contraceptive chemicals, the government issuing antidotes to citizens chosen for childbearing”.
Monbiot says he is against population control and has written of the alternative virtues of making everyone much poorer and reducing consumption particularly in the developed world. But if he is suggesting “white supremacists and the extreme right” will align with the film, he is missing a much more obvious constituency – his own eco band of lunatics.
Interestingly Monbiot addressed the population campaigners in a tweet dated December 7, 2017. When you have done everything possible to limit your own impacts, he wrote, such as stopping flying, switching to a plant-based diet (obvs. squirrels off the menu by this point) and greatly reduced your consumption –
“then I will listen to you about the dangers of Africans and Indians breeding”.
Elsewhere the reaction against the film is also getting nicely up to speed. Bill McKibben, the founder of green activist 350.org, described the work as “a sewer”. He claims he has been against the logging and burning of trees, politely called biomass in green circles, for years. This in response to McKibben caught on camera noting that “it’s incredibly beautiful to see that big bunker full of wood chips and you can put any kind of wood in there, oak, willow, whatever it is that burns”.
McKibben wrote a long, pompous, self-important essay in Rolling Stone more or less along the lines “why oh why me? – me who has done so much to save humanity and the planet”.
But he failed to address the allegation that the Green Century investment fund, which was said to be recommended by McKibben and 350.org, has less than 1% of its funds in solar and wind power with the rest in areas such as mining, oil and gas infrastructure and biofuels.
Biomass came in for considerable criticism during the film with the British billionaire green investor Jeremy Grantham singled out for particular investigation. Grantham was described as one of the world’s leading timber investment advisers – and, noted the film’s narrator, “they are not investing in trees to turn them into nature reserves”.
Grantham splashes a great deal of cash around to promote the idea of green energy. Millions of pounds have funded Grantham university climate institutes at Imperial, Sheffield and LSE. These mostly fund work that provides some academic polish to the idea that we need to ditch highly efficient oil and gas and replace it with green alternatives (props. J Grantham & friends). At the LSE the money also pays for the activities of Mr Bob Ward, a presence on our screens and the pages of the Guardian. His writings are a source of considerable enjoyment to many with less polished, some might say disturbed rottweiler, attacks on any writer, scientist or journalist who dissents from the “settled” climate script.
Any day soon, one is hoping for a vintage Ward Grantham-inspired performance on Moore but at the moment, sadly, he seems curiously at bay.
Watch Planet of the Humans before it disappears…
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