Guterres in the UN now declares that “we have run out of road”. I assume this is the road that we keep kicking the can down, and not my lane? This is the same bloke who declared we were past Global Warming and are now into Global Boiling. That bloke really needs to up his Valium dosage or he’s going to have a heart attack.
The message now is that we can forget this strange arbitrary danger point of 1,5 degrees. There is no hope of that and it now looks we are talking about 2 or even 2.5 and we must all go instantly stop breathing or the planet is fucked. We have reached a point where the planet is now hotter than any other time in human history. I didn’t know the earlier mankind were recording temperatures in between painting their cave walls and hunting wild animals? I live and learn.
This must come as a great disappointment. We have been decorating out hilltops with great big windmills and next door neighbour has even bought an electric car. Is this all for nowt? Are all those bicycle lanes they have created done nothing for Warble Gloaming? Have all our efforts done nothing to prevent Guterres from having a nervous breakdown?
I grant that we did have a warm spell last May but since then it has been a pretty normal miserable summer. We had a lot of rain and even a few Storms With Names. Maybe if they stopped naming storms we could revert to just calling them windy days?
Maybe all this Green shit and the frantic screaming is for nothing and the planet will keep warming anyway as it dances to its own tune, ignoring all the futile efforts to control planetary mechanics?
Will someone please tell Guterres the tale of The Boy Who Cried Wolf?