I have always been fascinated by the weather and enjoy most of what is thrown our way, especially the time between the autumn equinox and summer solstice. For total captivation nothing can compare to the way cold weather from frost, fog to snow (which can be a rare beast in Southern England) so transforms the landscape around us. I am also rather partial to a good thunderstorm although an intense squall has its own meteorological charms. I rather enjoy the interplay of cold dry and warm moist air masses that dance over our heads on these Islands perched on a North West outcrop of Europe.
My interest in weather makes me take on a global perspective. Something so beautiful and alluring can also be unbelievably cruel as we all too often see. Imagine then how hard it was for our ancestors without access to the food, medicines and machines that keep us breathing. It takes reliable energy to sustain life.
I used to believe in Catastrophic Anthropogenic Global Warming due to the changes I saw going on before my eyes – seasons changing, heatwaves (that lasted more than two days) and gorgeous summers, less snow, weather phenomenon around the world increasingly captured showing the evidence of a warming world. No matter what Mother Nature threw our way it was yet another affirmation that it was all our fault – even when it had happened before and in my lifetime.
A lie told often enough can easily become truth, however it can also just as easily lose it’s power when told once too often or too forcefully where the stream of propaganda and effluent becames so much it causes a crisis of faith, causes doubt as the illusion cracks for just a moment. The moment when the narcissist adds too much detail, where the lie you believed, because you wanted it to be true, becomes too fantastical. That was the real eye opener that led me on a journey.
What had really started my personal ideological thaw was when snow returned in the period 2008 onwards and I explored beyond the five day forecast. It quickly removed Mediterranean summer tinted glasses and endless barbecue summers. It rained rather a lot instead and it reminded me of my childhood where I had noticed patterns in spring that correlated with summer, yet I was told that no, this was also an article of faith, another path of destruction on the road to climate change. There is something new under the sun, Climate Change™️! And like the faithful you must wait for each new
prophecy projection and praise it unquestioningly.
I found my limited experience of the weather enabled me to make better predictions than they could using just common sense. I recalled the words of those much older than I who talked of cycles repeating when they cast their gaze over whatever weather phenomena we were experiencing. Having a fairly open mind and from a love of snow that infects many a weather enthusiast, I began reading the likes of Piers Corbyn and Joe Bastardi to see if they were better at predicting the next cold wave. I soon found they weren’t the conspiratorial lunatics I was led to believe. I appreciated the time they took to explain concepts of oceans, sun, volcanoes – even if I didn’t agree with their dismissal of CO2 as being anything but a minor cause of the climactic changes I had seen in my lifetime.
As the promised warmth was failing and other cold winters followed I began to explore the history of weather events. Many memories of events came back to me and I looked into them too. As the weather of my childhood returned I was noticing more and more excuses for whatever the weather decided to throw at us. True articles of faith lurked in belief in murky depths and AlGorithms. CO2 it was believed now possessed mythic powers, the ultimate societal baddie capable of just about anything provided their is funding. It had become so overt that continued belief was antithetical to common sense and logic. As Piers Corbyn once said to me “the theory that predicts everything, predicts nothing.” The emperors were indeed naked.
Having previously read summaries of scientific papers and quotes churned out by the web of the faithful, I actually started reading the source material for myself. The more I read, and boy did I read a lot, the more I realised we were being lied to so the slime infested likes of Al Gore and the Green Mafia Machine could line their pockets, changing nothing whilst preaching do as I say, not as I do, for Me, not for thee.
Every weather event is an opportunity to peddle a cult green religion and climate sin upon us. That annoys me. Weather is one of the few neutral conversational topics allowed in Britain and now it’s loaded where you can barely mention a slightly unusual event without someone saying it’s ‘climate change’ – even from those who have walked the earth long enough to know better, but such is the power of a great lie repeated.
Post Modern Science lacks curiosity and seeks money and power, not observations or answers. People don’t like admitting they are wrong and, even if they could do so, they must weigh the personal cost of going against the grain in search of truth. It has always been so. There are always mouths to feed. Most industries and professions are no different when anything that challenges THEIR funding – rightly or wrongly – is dismissed and made out to be crazy. Indeed, the first response of charlatans is to tell the one who sees the emperor naked that they are the crazy one. It’s a reflexive human reaction. However, they have to realise when someone who profits from raising the alarm keeps crying FIRE whenever you ask a question about the lack of smoke and flames, eventually suspicions arise.
At that moment your eyes open to see the charade of political dogma everywhere and the realisation you have been played. Mere faith becomes untenable. It is politics not science and if it is politics then it sure as hell isn’t sustainable. Nor is it science.
This is all a horrible joke. Let me pause and note that I have never been more confused than I have been over the past year by all the fraud and all these bizarre junk studies. It’s disorienting. This can’t be what science is. Science is this precious, wondrous thing. It’s arguably the best thing humans do. Political ideology is eating science alive. This collapse of integrity, the incredibly bold acts of fraud and scientific authorities’ attempts to protect that fraud, the apparent lack of serious peer review and of even minimal methodological standards, this is all a disaster. Science can’t be this. Politics is just killing us right now. Politics is acid on science. It always has been. But I think our era is more political than many other eras. I think the the influence of political ideology in academia is at a historic peak.
Today, the solitary inventor, tinkering in his shop, has been overshadowed by task forces of scientists in laboratories and testing fields. In the same fashion, the free university, historically the fountainhead of free ideas and scientific discovery, has experienced a revolution in the conduct of research. Partly because of the huge costs involved, a government contract becomes virtually a substitute for intellectual curiosity. For every old blackboard there are now hundreds of new electronic computers.
The prospect of domination of the nation’s scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present
- and is gravely to be regarded.
Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientifictechnological elite…Another factor in maintaining balance involves the element of time. As we peer into society’s future, we — you and I, and our government — must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering, for our own ease and convenience, the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without risking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow.
Military-Industrial Complex Speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961