150 years of scary headlines on climate ch-ch-changes:
It’s the final countdown!
P.J. Gladnick flashes back to 1968 and Apocalypse Then:
Today is the official publication date of The Dominant Animal: Human Evolution and the Environment by Paul and Anne Ehrlich. The release of this book was timed to coincide with the 40th anniversary of the publication of Paul Ehrlich’s once exceedingly popular “The Population Bomb” in 1968. If you expect to see much about either of these books in the mainstream media, you are in for a big disappointment. The MSM is avoiding the whole subject of Paul Ehrlich and his apocalyptic “The Population Bomb” like the plague nowadays. The reason is probably because it might draw embarrassing attention to the fact that apocalyptic visions, despite their popularity at one time such as the current global warming alarmism, are usually proven to be flat out wrong. Such was the case with Paul Ehrlich’s “The Population Bomb” which the Intercollegiate Studies Institute ranked as one of the 50 Worst Books of the 20th century due to its many errors.
Gladnick quotes from a Brothers Judd review of Ehrlich’s book that’s also well worth your time.
It’s yet another not-so-final countdown!
Given how easy it now is to find previous Final Countdowns, just once, I’d love to see the next Final Countdown met with some skepticism from the press: Mr. Gore/Erlich/Danson/DiCaprio, etc., why should we believe you, when there have been so many earlier doomsday predictions that have never come to pass?
Dear Globe and Mail and Toronto Star:
For 15 months, I’ve been saving your respective front pages from the glorious weekend of January 27-28, 2007, when you simultaneously declared your mutual jihads against man-made global warming.
I knew they’d come in handy some day and now, they have.
Indeed, it seems like only yesterday I awoke to my Saturday, January 27, 2007 Globe to be greeted by the hysterical, front-page headline “Welcome to the new climate,” under a politically correct green masthead, declaring at the bottom: “We want action. We’re ready for sacrifices.”
Not to be outdone, the Star a day later had its own World War III, front-page headline, “State of denial: Do the skeptics of global warming have a hidden agenda?” — in the finest traditions of “do you deny beating your wife?” journalism.
And now, here we are, just 15 months later and isn’t it great you both have exactly what you wanted — skyrocketing gasoline prices and about-to-skyrocket food prices — since as we both know, hitting energy-hogging Canadians in their pocketbooks is the only way to make them reduce their evil greenhouse gas emissions hard and fast.
Or as it’s been dubbed in States, the Pelosi Premium.
Only a true satiric master can beat the nigh-impossible odds that Muggeridge’s Law imposes, especially when one of the participants is the nutty grandparent in cable television’s attic. (Alongside Dan Rather, Walter Cronkite, Helen Thomas, Phil Donahue, and…hmmm: Whom The Gods Destroy, they first build lionizing PBS specials around.)
(Which is still probably better than this Final Countdown!)
Apparently both sensing that a Doomsday Countdown in boring old decade-long increments is just a little too Ted Danson 1980s infomercial for the new millennium, and understanding that the Internet speeds everything up–even Doomsday itself–the UN warns “that the world has just eight years left to save itself”.
As Tim Blair writes, “Our new Doom Year is 2015. Make a note of it”.
Here’s the perfect background music for updating your calendars.
Add this countdown by the Worldwide Wrestling Foundation, I think, to all of these final countdowns, still either in progress or recently allowed to expire in silence by the Legacy Media. Curiously, they always seem eager to announce a new doomsday countdown, but rarely its termination with the planet looking none-too-worse for wear.
And gosh, I just can’t understand why that always seems to happen.
Back around 1988, I watched Ted Danson, then at the height of his fame as the star of Cheers appear on a late-night infomercial pitch for an environmental group. He ended the half-hour advertisement with his saying that “we only have ten years to save the world’s oceans”. (That’s a paraphrase, but as close as I remember the line.)
It’s a reminder that, with the exception of Hollywood’s greatest Greatest Generation-era stars (Cary Grant, Bogie, The Duke, Coop), Bill Whittle’s Lou Grant Effect is inviolable. Having a beer in Sam Malone’s bar while he recounts his glory days with the Sox sounds like infinitely more fun than listening to the doomsday prognostications of someone paid to recite lines written by others, with his performance calibrated by someone else.
But since the freshness date has long expired on Danson’s dire warning, and the oceans are, near as I can tell, all happily present and accounted for, there have been numerous additional Doomsday Countdowns, which always seem to run for a decade for some reason. Al Gore started his a year ago, and yesterday, aging man-child Leonardo Di Caprio and several accompanying B-list actors and musicians announced theirs.
As Glenn Reynolds writes, “Ten years to save the planet: Let’s start by banning private jets.”
Here are two extremely environmentally conscious sources who could immediately put their Boeings where their mouths are, and retire their privately-owned jumbo jets for Diet Cokes and a tiny bag of peanuts on Southwest.
Anytime now, fellas; we’re waiting…
And while we’re waiting, James Lileks has some very much related thoughts: “It