Why the developing world hates environmentalists.
I’m a blogger of the climate skeptic persuasion and therefore regularly visit a few similar blogs to keep in touch with what’s going on. There’s not much choice really, since I know the MSM are highly selective about what climate news items can be mentioned or not. If you want all the news, that’s where you go. What you make of it is your own business.
Over time you somehow get a very accurate feeling about the motivation of the guys and gals who write the blogs you visit regularly. You find that diversity you’d expect from those spiky independent open-range minds. Some I agree with, some less so. I wouldn’t have it any other way since I like the way that diversity accents into their blogs. It’s just different cuisine and I don’t particularly care just as long as we’re all shooting in the same general direction.
I know their own individual texture by now, recognise their brush strokes. I’d know each and every one of them within a few paragraphs.
What does drive me mad is following a link to a decent article by a new blogger I’ve never heard of, and since it’s an interesting piece, I click on the “about me” button to find out more about them. Guess what? It’s the WordPress or whatever slab of default text.
Once in a while, it sadly lists their qualifications, profession and the fact that they love snowboarding down the sides of various alpine pistes, or sauntering around post-modern art exhibitions arm-in-arm with their current paramour on a Sunday afternoon, nibbling on pineapple jam waffles, while wearing nothing more than a magnificently cockaded tricorn hat and her knickers because of that dreadful mistake in the let’s get dressed whirlwind of picking up what you can find of last night’s recklessly abandoned clothing before rushing out to catch the show on its closing day.
Do I give a damn about any of that guff? Actually, no. What I really want to know is why they’re blogging. Invariably, they turn out to be the mayflies; here today, gone tomorrow. The ephemeroptera, two or three articles, famous for nearly a whole fifteen seconds and you’ll never hear from them again. It’s a pity but that’s all too often the pattern.
My “about me” was the first thing I wrote when I started this blog, because I wanted my cards on the table from the word go. The dreaded mission statement. Reading it again these years later, I see nothing to change since the reason I blog hasn’t changed. I believe environmentalism leads to hundreds of thousands of unnecessary and preventable deaths in the developing world every year. To quote myself – “Future historians, especially black African ones, will categorise the effects of the environmental movement as genocidal and they will be correct.”
That’s why I blog. Period.
It’s okay for us to have electricity at the flick of a switch, but if they attempt to finance any real power generation capacity, the funds are withheld and it puts any other relief money at risk. To save the planet, it’s okay for them to die by the millions from scourges like Malaria, which we put into the dustbin of human misery over half a century ago. We munch our way through our three straight squares a day of burgers and fries with a diet coke on the side, while denying them access to drought and disease resistant crops that could save so many lives. We worry about our obesity epidemics and they so often go hungry.
That’s the simple reality of a powerful green lobby’s relationship with the world’s poor. They’ve inserted themselves as gatekeepers between our natural impulse to help out and those who desperately need that help. We can keep the industrial prosperity we already have, they’re not supposed to develop beyond some pre-medieval hand to mouth animal existence.
That’s why every big climate conference was doomed to be stymied by the developing world assembled behind the leadership of China. There was a time when that would have been America’s role. They desperately need to develop their economic infrastructure and promising them jam tomorrow in the shape of things like carbon offset money in return for not industrialising was never going to be acceptable. Poor people need things today, not some vague promise of financial help in some distant future. After the financial implosion of 2008 in the West, they knew we no longer had that amount of money, if we ever had.
If you want a graphic illustration of the environmentalists attitude to the developing world, consider the recent case of a young student in a Madagascar school. He’s studying the Psychology of Science and by way of an experiment set up a simple blog that had photographs of his friends holding up placards. As an example, he had one of an apparently blind man holding up a sign saying he’d rather go blind than eat golden rice, which would prevent blindness in half a million children in the developing world every year.
He started pushing the envelope, outrageously. It didn’t matter how callous the sentiments expressed were in terms of simple humanity, the pictures were flashed around the green web and joyously adopted because they were by an impoverished African person embracing their green ideals.
It actually was a brilliant and creative piece of experimental psychology, so if anyone out there has a bursary to study psychology going spare, I’d be looking very hard at him as a recipient. I mean that too.
Where it gets interesting is when he announced it was an experiment. All hell broke loose. In the end, his teacher wrote an article on the reactions to it and you can find that here. In passing, the teacher seems to be your typical decent individual working for peanuts in difficult circumstances when he could so easily be back home in America making a decent salary.
As us skeptics would expect, both the kid and his teacher were subject to abuse. We’re all used to that by now but I find it sad that the teacher, in my opinion assessing the threats, felt obliged to state that the kid was back in his village. I quote, he is ” … now safely with his family in the remote and impoverished southwestern bush.” We’re all used to dealing with anonymous eco-loons and their invective, but it’s best to be safe with a kid. Like I said, a decent man.
But how exactly did the supposedly green establishment react? Again, I quote from the article –
“… the very first response was a diatribe from a prominent activist in Amsterdam who threatened the young Malagasy boy, writing he was now “forced” to launch an investigation into the funding of Navid’s school system.”
It’s pretty basic stuff, isn’t it? You made a fool of us kid, so I’ll not only get back at you – I’ll do my best to close down what little schooling everyone else around you has as well. Threatening to get even with a kid attending a minimal school in Madagascar by closing down the whole school system and therefore denying all the other children even a basic education is excessive and brutal.
The arrogance is stunning unless you understand the mentality.
You see, as far as they’re concerned, they own the developing world. They’ve taken on the onerous task of speaking for it in the corridors of power. It’s the new-age version of the white man’s burden, their pet and everyone in it should be oh so grateful for all the love and virtuous attention they lavish on it, but those people better be careful not to abuse all that love or they’ll be given a sharp reminder.
They can turn off the relief money tap any time they want.
Does that strict but patrician attitude of mind when dealing with children of a lesser god ring a few bells? Come on, you know it does. Nobody ever wants to make that connection but I’m going to do it anyway in this piece.
Those Darkies should congregate on the stoop of their work shanties on the plantation in those balmy southern evenings and stick to singing those lovable good old-time songs about totin’ cotton and movin’ doze bales, ol’ man ribber and the Camp Town Ladies; as only they can do. They’re so loveable like that, such a natural sense of rhythm. Yassum Massa, uz Darkies know you knowz whaz bezzer for us simple black folk.
Know your place Tom, don’t you start getting uppity on me now.
Yass indeedy, Boss Green, ize knowz meh place, you is da man, you iz da Massa and we jus’ love you for troublin’ yewself looking out fer us.
It’s a nice brutally simple message, even though it’s drenched in the finest saccharin well-intentioned manna expressed out of one tit by those self-appointed gods from atop NGO Olympus, or in this case Amsterdam. Do what we say and be very toe-suckingly and grovelingly appreciative about it, or life will suddenly get very difficult for you and everyone else around you. You understand, boy? You do understand, don’t you?
That’s the bottom line and if you’ll forgive me for rolling that bottom adjective on, and perhaps through anger putting it very bluntly, but if you were living in the developing world, it’s not too difficult to look out through your own china blue, baby blue eyes and see why they hate those fucking self-righteous green arseholes.
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