From The Viscount Monckton of Brenchley in snowy Rannoch, Scotland
My good friends at the Committee for a Constructive Tomorrow, one of the few sane environmental organizations on the planet, held a well-mannered demonstration in central Copenhagen halfway through the two-week yackfest that has now ended in ignominious failure. They built a wall across a street, and called it the Climate Wall, dividing the rich nations self-indulgent enough to believe in the “global warming” lie from the poorer nations who will be forever imprisoned in poverty if they are not allowed to use as much fossil fuel as they need to combust their way to prosperity and hence to population stability.
But the most interesting thing about the demonstration was the counter-demonstration. Hundreds of chanting enviro-zombs turned out, carrying hammer-and-sickle flags and singing the Internationale. Yes, the hated and now-discarded symbol of Communist tyranny is back – and back in the hands of the Traffic-Light Tendency: the Greens too yellow to admit they’re really Reds.
Some months ago, during a dinner party here in Rannoch, I had been asked what I thought of the then new, fresh, exciting, vibrant, dynamic Obama administration. “Communist!” I had replied. And the assembled Great and Good had had a collective fit of the vapors. “You can’t go around calling people Communist,” they burbled angrily. “That just makes you sound extreme.”
And there, in that typical reply, lies the rub. The extremists have succeeded in labeling anyone who calls them extremists extremist.