When I was 17 or so with a skull full of mush, my down-the-line liberal stepmother bought all of the kids Greenpeace sweatshirts. Mine was black, with a stylized blue and green logo. It was a good-looking shirt, and I liked it. Probably somewhere there is an incriminating photo.
They were dark days indeed. However, it wouldn’t be long before I’d question by default everything I ever heard about saving the earth. Most of the reason is that a radical environmental agenda is usually remarkably consistent with an anti-liberty agenda.
Sadly, it’s only becoming easier to propose insanity. Adair Turner, chairman of the independent Committee on Climate Change that advises UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown, recently proposed rationing air travel in an effort to reduce carbon dioxide emissions (hat tip, Planet Gore). UK citizens would be limited in the number of times they would be permitted to fly per year. Quoting:
“We will have to constrain demand in an absolute sense with people not allowed to make as many journeys as they could in an unconstrained manner.”
That’s government proposing to restrict the movement of a “free” population at large, folks. Not criminals; not citizens in extraordinary circumstances under martial law (nervous laugh); everybody. I think the logo for the inevitable taxpayer-funded, ultra-slick propaganda campaign should be an emaciated polar bear marooned on an ice floe.
The world is losing its fucking mind.
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When do we get to ration flatulence? Because, I am all for that law.
I’m sure someone somewhere is all in a froth about the CO2 ramifications of the beef enchilada plate.
I want a Hummer H3T that runs on polar bear cubs.
Ah socialism, where rationing is the cure for everything.
Start rationing Guinness and ManU football and see if that gets their attention.