From Nopenhagen to Yes We Cancun
by Christopher Monckton
Thanks to Wikileaks, everyone here in the Mañana Republic of Mexico now knows just how much bullying and arm-twisting the administration of Barack Obama in the United States applied to various countries around the world so that they would (and did) sign up to the Copenhagen climate accord.
Without that pressure, nothing at all would have happened at Copenhagen this time last year, and “the Process” – the interminable round of flatulent annual climate conferences in exotic locations at taxpayers’ expense – would have tipped into the gulch forever.
The hard Left has learned the hard way that democracies do not welcome it and, in the end, will reject it. So the climate extremists have abandoned last year’s attempt, in the now-defunct September 15 Copenhagen Treaty draft, to install overnight an unelected world government consisting only of themselves, with unlimited powers of taxation, economic and environmental regulation without representation, as well as control of all formerly free markets worldwide, all in the name of Saving The Planet (which, of course, was triumphantly Saved 2000 years ago and does not need to be Saved again).
Instead, the Martini Marxists dancing the night away doing the Cancun Can-Can with the 25 pneumatic bunny girls in the newly-opened Playboy Casino on the ocean-front strip in Cancun have decided to copy the bureaucrats of the European Union, whose crafty, crabwise coup d’etat over the last three or four decades has transferred all real political power, little by little, treaty by treaty, to the dismal dictatorship of Brussels.
Though there is a toothless democratic fig-leaf in the shape of the European “Parliament”, all decisions in the EU are in fact taken by a couple of dozen faceless, overpaid Kommissars (that is the official German mot juste for them) – faceless because they meet behind closed doors and then emerge to promulgate their “Directives”: on average, one every three hours, day and night, Sundays and holidays included, 365 days a year, 366 days on leap-years.
In Europe, democracy has gone. Perma-Socialism has quietly supplanted it. If demolishing democracy worked there, the enviro-zombs’ reasoning goes, it will work on a worldwide scale, if only the crumbling pretext for global tyranny – the supposed need to prevent catastrophic “global warming” – can be kept going for long enough even though most ordinary voters (in those nations lucky enough to have them) have seen through the scam long since.
The Process works like this. A multitude of long, inspissate, obfuscatory, obnubilating, obscurantist draft agreements are circulated, always a day or two late for delegates to find out what they have actually agreed to. The daily timetables for the various “working” sessions of the conference are never available until breakfast-time on the day, allowing no scope for planning the day. By these means, most delegates are kept permanently and completely in the dark.
Here is a typical paragraph from one of these leaden documents:
“The SBSTA welcomed the report (FCCC/SBSTA/2010/INF.10) on the second workshop of the work programme on revising the “Guidelines for the preparation of national communications by Parties included in Annex I to the Convention Part I: UNFCCC reporting guidelines on annual inventories” (hereinafter referred to as the UNFCCC Annex I reporting guidelines), held in Bonn, Germany, from 3 to 4 November 2010, which was organized by the secretariat as requested by the SBSTA at its thirtieth session.”
Try to read several hundred pages of this stuff. It simply isn’t possible. And that, of course, is the idea. This is the Mushroom-Growers’ Management Method writ large: keep them in the dark and feed them plenty of sh*t.
What these ramblings conceal is the remarkably rapid rate at which dozens – no, hundreds – of new bureaucracies are being created as The Process grinds on. As anyone at the Playboy Casino will tell you, “somebody gotta pay for all those lights.” And that somebody is you, gentle taxpayer. No one has yet managed to discover just how much these hundreds of new supranational climate-change bureaucracies are costing us. That is an international state secret – until Wikileaks gets hold of the figures, of course.