Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Middle Gel made mention the other day that she’s planning to “interview” me regarding my opinions on “climate change” for one of her classes. I believe the instructions call for her to seek out a broad range of views, and of course I am tailor-made for the category of “ignorant, paranoid knuckle-dragging old geezer of a science-denier”.

**Grins, cracks knuckles**

Of course, regular friends of teh decanter are already perfectly familiar with Ol’ Robbo’s views. I question the assumptions and premises underlying the entire debate; I question the “science” purporting to support the current fashionable calls for “action”; I question the good faith of the various cadres pushing the alarmism. I’m not actually a “denier”, mind you, I just approach things with deep skepticism, which it seems to me is actually the duty of any independent thinker.

I’m thinking in particular of the COP26 jamboree currently going on in Glasgow, and of the legions of politicos, advocates, and grifters jetting in from all over the worlds to wine, dine, cavort, and confer while telling me that if I don’t immediately give up my car, my meat, my air-conditioning, and every other freedom and comfort, and instead submit to a a strict Spartan regime administered by a cohort of my Betters, the entire planet is gonna diiiiiieeeee no later than Wednesday week.

If nothing else, I’m going to be sure to get in the line that Glenn Reynolds uses all the time: When the people who keep telling me there’s a crisis start acting like there’s one, maybe I’ll start to listen. Meanwhile, they can sit the fook down and shut the fook up.

UPDATE: I should, perhaps, make clear that I consider this discrete issue to be a load of flim-flam, but don’t come away with the idea that I’m for wasting resources or running roughshod over the environment in general. Good stewardship of the world around us is, after all, part of our Christian duty.

As a matter of fact, that’s the field Middle Gel is pursuing. She’s got applications in right now for grad school in public administration with a focus on environment and natural resource management. I know she’s got her heart in the right place on this, and I think she’ll be okay because I’ve long preached a few simple rules for dealing with the world around her. To wit:

  1. There’s no such thing as a unicorn (i.e., Utopianism is both useless and evil).
  2. The law of unexpected consequences will never be repealed.
  3. Due to scarcity, everything in life is a trade-off, and both costs and benefits must be weighed fully and honestly, particularly when those costs are to someone else, not to you. (I recall a passage from a novel in which a character is described as “speaking with the freedom of a government official with his own spurs and another man’s horse.”)

Hopefully, she’ll keep these in mind.