Totalitarians such as the Greens, Communists and Nazis prize their ideas over the welfare of the plain folk that must abide by their totalitarian rulebook. When the rest of us fly anywhere, we’re wrecking the planet: when David Attenborough, Emma Thompson or Thingummy Smorgasbord fly, they’re saving it. Likewise, the liturgical gobbledygook that the Greens have unleashed on us, such as “carbon footprint” and “net zero” really only applies to plain people living in their housing estates or running farms. The Green Lobby, with fashionable addresses in Manhattan, Chelsea or that evil nexus that is the Devil’s Earth-Station here, the Dun Laoghaire-Killiney-Dalkey triangle, do not expect their offices or apartment blocks to be warmed by a pair of tiny Peruvians pedaling a dynamo or lit by remembered starlight from last December, perhaps with a desk-Anglepoise containing a brace of glow-worms on steroids.
That said, I feel very rational about these people. I certainly don’t dislike them. Not remotely. No indeed. I simply loathe them. They are Charlie Haughey revivified. Every fibre of their being is a lie. Yet despite their irrefutable core-dishonesty, they are as smug as a Monaco millionaire. They genuinely think they are morally superior to those upon whom they impose their Green agenda, knowing that they will never personally bear the consequences, any more than their children will ever have go to school with those ghastly creatures in the North inner city or in those frightful housing estates – what are they called? Kilcrumlin? Drimbarrack? Something like that. Unspeakable, Ugh.
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