This is so transparent that I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes or Sven Svenson to see through it. We are told that Greta Thunberg crossed the Atlantic on a solar-powered vessel in order to lecture the diplomats during the UN climate summit.
No she didn’t. Jesus, what are we, a bunch of maroons? Here’s the money shot:
That’s blurry enough that we really cannot make out her face, but let’s just assume it is really her. So what? All she had to do was get off the fossil fuel-powered rafts, get on the boat, pose, get back off and go home. Later she flew to New York City, first class and incognito, as she had to perform the same stunt on the other end.
It’s absurd. Yes, we can make vessels that run on batteries supplied by solar power. They are slow and clumsy and need fossil fuel backups along with sails. After all, the sun don’t always shine on Greta Thunberg’s dainty ass.
But think further … what if there is a mishap at sea? We live in the ages of satellites and instant communication, so Greta would not get lost. She would be found and rescued, by airplane, ships, helicopters, and taken to safety aboard a large and seaworthy vessel.
During her time at sea we are told that she ate bad food, slept uncomfortably, and defecated in a bucket. (Apparently there is no room for a proper toilet on these vessels, or the energy to generate a flush.)
No she didn’t. This is a child of wealth. No shit buckets for her. Flying first class across the Atlantic, she was able to adjust her seat and make it into a proper bed. That’s what Greta did while making her way to New York.
Take it to a higher level. This technology they are developing, solar-powered vessels, is useless! Pointless. It is slow, undependable, even Rube Goldberg in design with those damned panels occupying every bit of surface available. A few gallons of gasoline achieves the same effects without complicated designs, fail-safes, and subsidies.
The trip across the Atlantic, if indeed they didn’t cart the vessel to New York on a real ship, took two weeks. What are we doing to ourselves? We’ve come so far. I just flew across the Atlantic in relative comfort, not first class, and very desirous for the trip to end. En route I watched Jaws and John Wicks III, ate nicely prepared meals, and used confined but odorless toilet facilities. I had to sleep sitting up, but it’s a small price to pay for the ability to be able to get back from Europe in one day.
This is the future they want for us. These are the modern Luddites, anti-progress, hateful of people, desirous of an earth that makes us miserable with its tantrums of bad weather and heat and cold. We have not conquered nature, but have learned to live with it with a minimum of discomfort. Climate alarmists are taking all that back, telling us we have to live in squalor again.
Us, mind you. Not “them,” whoever these hidden forces are behind the the public figures. As Patrick Michaels says, the greatest fear that climate scientists of our era have is that they might lose their grants and subsidies, and be forced to fly coach instead of first class. He shares that fear, he says, but is at least forthright about it.
PS: Worst of all, while at sea, no Internet. No way does a kid that age get more than three feet away from her phone and Twitter.