A Tale of Two Davids.
I’m a people person, who likes talking with people, because each one is a new voyage of discovery. When it comes to media people, the one-way direction of the relationship is a bit too passive for my taste. They talk at me and I listen to them talking and although I take in the words coming at me, I’m looking at the talking head and I form an impression of them.
If I find them difficult to make out, I usually mute the sound and watch the body language for ten minutes. Try it. Most people can’t last ten whole minutes looking at muted television. It’s a bit brutal but it really makes you watch and sometimes the results are quite stark, especially when they’re the ones supposedly listening to another media person talking. Their guard invariably drops when they think they’re out of shot.
The more they talk, the more I think I see into them. They may be engagingly charming people, they may be brusque people, they may apparently be a know-nothing media prat, but I get an impression of them. Mostly, they’re quite naturally projecting a good image of themselves. In the end, the person I see reveals themselves for what they are. Usually, that’s not much of a surprise but occasionally you find your judgement of them was wrong, badly wrong and it’s all somehow a bit sad and disappointing.
The point is, chickens always come home to roost in the end, and I’ll know whether I was right or wrong about what I thought of them. Lately, a lot of the chickens have come home to roost.
There was one chap called David. The bit after David was Bellamy. He showed people a love of and aspects of nature and why those aspects were important. He got arrested protecting those things, long before that became a chic martyrdom statement. He was loved and had a great career in BBC television, until he imprudently voiced his well-founded skepticism in the whole theory of global warming. The eco-acolytes and their media luvvies turned on him with a vengeance.
His television career died right then. The personal collateral damage was his sudden excommunication from several environmental organisations. He became a nonperson, as they say in Nuspeak, and was airbrushed out of medialand history but not out of my and other people’s abiding regard of him. True to the linguistic roots of his name, you still thought of him as a good friend.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was a working class lad and that was fine, just as long as he toed the line. He didn’t though. Too much integrity, or should I say honesty, so an uncomfortably well-qualified and articulate son of the proletariat got zapped. It was a bit of relief for the media chatterati, who were never quite comfortable with such an upstart they couldn’t quite pigeonhole. Do some tame Uncle Tomming or else. To his eternal credit, he didn’t do the usual get out of jail mea culpas but instead chose the or else and still works as a tireless advocate for the things he believes in, though not on TV.
I respect and admire the man deeply.
There was another chap called David. The bit after his name was Attenborough. He too showed people a love of and aspects of nature and why those aspects were important. He was loved and had a great career in BBC television, perhaps because he prudently never declared his doubts about the theory of global warming. Such political acuteness eventually saw him elevated to Director General of the BBC. His television career blossomed accordingly and he became what’s affectionately known as a national treasure.
I thought I knew him.
At some point, his opinion about global warming changed, and once you swallow that particular pill, it comes with a lot of other theological baggage. You become exclusively pro-nature and therefore necessarily anti-human, because from that warped viewpoint, we’re the root of all evil.
Just lately, to use his own words, he’s told us that humanity is a plague on the Earth.
What that means to me is that all my Dad and Mom did for me and my brothers and sisters was a waste of time. All their parents did for them was a waste and all their forebears did for the whole lot of them was a waste. My kids are just me and my woman adding to the plague. It was all a misguided waste, because all the time, we were just some sort of fecund plague on Mother Earth. Personally, I’m quite partial to a bit of fecunding, but there you go. It’s probably just me.
I’m presented with the view that all that, all that simple multi-generational committment, responsibility, sacrifice and parental love and care, was a complete waste of those heroic people’s day after day selfless efforts, because we were all along nothing more than just a plague on the Earth.
How dare you.
I choose to believe they were not plague carriers, that it all meant something good, that it does mean something good and always will, in which case Sir David Attenborough OM, CH, CVO, CBE, FRS, FZS and FSA, you have just disrespected all the efforts of your forebears, who worked so hard to elevate your now so exalted arse into so high and prominent a position, you can now feel free to pontificate Malthusian nonsense from out of it, down on top of us lesser mortals. Fecund you.
I’ll go with the David Bellamys of the world, so speaking as a human being who absolutely knows they are an integral part of the natural world, fecund you Sir David and the hoss you rode into town on.
I am the surviving result of generations of love and care in circumstances sometimes so difficult, I know I wouldn’t have made it through. I acknowledge that huge debt and in an effort to balance the scales, hope I’ve paid it forward with love and may perhaps be remembered fondly for a couple of generations or so. People like you are a different case.
You Sir, have just let a lot of people down and thoroughly disgraced yourself.
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