Before I head out to the demonstration this morning, I thought I’d throw up the first of my notes on the Copenhagen Climate Conference.
First the good news: it’s snowing out (big flakes, beautiful) and I didn’t drink too much last night.
Now the bad news: The rest. This whole event so far, what I can see of it anyway, is just silly. Basically, it’s a combination of a trade fair for eco products that are being flogged everywhere (I’m staying in a CO2 neutral hotel – you can see it on PJTV), third world operators looking for hand-outs (a couple of African scientists admitted to one of the skeptic scientists they knew AGW was a schuck, but it was a great oppo to get some cash) and leftover, re-upped hippies doing what they do — demonstrate and carry-on. I’m supposed to join them as they storm the Bella Center (conference central) today, for what I’m not sure. Well, I’m being disingenuous. It’s partly for a soupcon of more money for developing nations mixed with a dollop of the death of capitalism — the latter of which would be disastrous for them since they are the sons and daughters of the bourgeoisie on the dole from their parents. But what do they care? It’s action — and I’ll try to be there.
But that’s the big problem here. It’s CROWDED. The whole place is crawling with journalists like rodents in a pirate ship. One estimate I heard was thirty thousand. They line up for hours for to get into events only to find their accreditation is lost. This may be Scandinavia, but it is wildly disorganized. I don’t think anyone anticipated the numbers. Certainly not the UN that is used to organizing events like Oil-for-Food. You have to root around for what’s important. Last night I headed out with some folks to an event that was supposed to be for ClimateSpark.org, supposedly a party/meet-and-greet with “industry” movers and shakers, some of whom reputedly knew AL GORE. (Gore’s name is thrown around here like Tom Cruise’s in Hollywood.) Unfortunately, very few showed, and yours truly high-tailed it in a matter of minutes.
Speaking of Gore, I haven’t bumped into him yet, but he has now heard of me (sort of), according to Variety. If I run into him, I’ll certainly let you know. Meanwhile, his face blares out from the front page of the daily “Cope 15 Post.” He blathers on about acid in the issue, a point that was apparently discredited but Al didn’t realize or care.
Further down that front page is a far more telling little boxes ad. It reads: “Want to reach everyone involved with the Climate Conference? Call our sales team now on 33 32 33 00.”
Sales team?
More later.
(Watch Roger’s report: The Real Copenhagen: Hippies, Goofballs and Climate, Inc.)
Try to count how many of the ‘protestors’ are actually shills for corrupt governments, climate ‘scientists’, and ‘carbon traders’ who want only one thing out of this ‘conference’: cold, hard cash.
The air is now leaking out of this balloon faster and faster. This will result in more and more frantic efforts by rent seekers to keep it going. Gore has talked about tipping points for years and I think we reached one a couple of weeks ago.
“Speaking of Gore,…”
So the good news had a flipside.
You didn’t drink enough last night
AlGore needs to learn to keep his word! Last week, with the myriad of ‘meaningless’ FRAUD exposed by the CLIMATEGATE leak, AlGore stated he was going to remain home instead of going to Copenhagen.
He’d have done much better had he remained home. At least then he wouldn’t be getting challenged by journalists, who he refused to even acknowledge, over his polar ice melting stories. Yeah Al, it’ll all be gone in five years… We believe you Al.
And yeah, that was a MEAN journalist Al, he deserved having you send UN security after him to break his microphone – with broken microphone it’s impossible for him to record your dishonest or unknowing reply to a pointed question.
Well, I think the Danes will have had quite enough when this circus is all over.
When they’ve finished hosing away the stench of unwashed green hippies and the even worse stench of all the lies that have been told, they may well start pulling down all their ridiculous wind generators scarring their otherwise pretty, snowbound landscape.
Princess Mary may be an Australian but I seriously doubt that she would ever want to see Kevin Rudd again, except perhaps when we Aussies get to give him his well earned tarring and feathering.
The sillier it all gets, the more I like it.
And when the leaders such as our own Emperor Rudd come home, it will be all “Guilt, guilt, guilt.” For us, I mean. “Shame on you, think of our children and their children, shame on you for not wanting to pay huge taxes on your cars and your food and your power bills and your children’s school shoes. Shame on you. Save the planet!”