December 6, 2010
This is the time of year when our thoughts naturally turn to those less fortunate than ourselves. We think of the mentally ill and the tragically deluded; we think of those so poor their home is a rusting, broken down 60s VW Combi with an Atomkraft Nein Danke sticker on the back, so crippled by their crazed notions of what constitutes “good” and “bad” transport that they can only travel anywhere by foot, bicycle or coracle; we think of those whose womenfolk plait the hair under their armpits in solidarity with the world’s oppressed, whose men don’t wash for months on end for fear of polluting Mother Gaia’s precious clear lifeblood with soap suds; we think of people who can’t eat meat, not even a turkey at Christmas, because their strange, backwards religion confines them to bean shoots, mung beans or organic tofu roast.
And that’s why I urge you, all of you, to donate generously to the Campaign Against Climate Change (Honorary Patron: G Monbiot), which according to a heartbreaking article in the Guardian is in serious financial trouble. (H/T Barry Woods)
After 10 years of campaigning on climate change, and bang in the middle of preparations for tomorrow’s Campaign Against Climate Change march, Phil Thornhill is, as usual, in a fairly Eeyore-ish frame of mind.
He’s worried, naturally, about climate change, the backlash after the Copehagen climate talks, and the fact that the movement is in “a bit of a downturn, just like after 9/11″. He’s worried about the fact that “the NGOs have just given up on popular demos around climate change and decided that they’re just going to lobby on the subject. They think they can do what they need to do through lobbying government, but one of the major problems with this issue is what’s going on in people’s psyches.”
And he’s worried about his organisation, Campaign Against Climate Change, which is, he says frankly, “running out of money massively. I’m exhausted, we’ve been running on risible funds for years now, and to be honest I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
This is awful. So sad it makes the death of Little Nell look like the Hallelujah chorus sung on incredibly pure MDMA by the Gay Men’s Chorus of Los Angeles all dressed as fairies with wands and everything. Which is why I have no hesitation in urging all my readers to open their hearts and their pockets for this unimpeachably worthy cause.
50p buys them a few biscuits for the mangy dog they keep on ropes as part of their day jobs
£1 buys them a handful of Fair Trade coffee beans. Twice as expensive as normal coffee beans and not as nice. But they’ve got “Fair Trade” on them so they must be good.
£5 buys a personal guided tour round the Science Museum’s new Climate Change exhibition with top expert George Monbiot, a former cheerleader for the “AGW” movement who will wax lyrical about the good old days, a bit like the ex-coal miners who do a similar job at the Big Pit museum not far from George’s home in Wales but where he couldn’t get a job unfortunately because he failed the bit at the interview where they ask “And how do you feel about coal?”
£10 buys the services of a scriptwriter, to improve the attack-copy at the Hall of Shame on its website. It seems to be the site’s intention to pour scorn on evil sceptics like Lord Lawson, Lord Monckton, Christopher Booker and somebody I’ve never heard of called James Delingpole. But actually, I think they come out of it rather well. The website needs to shape up its act. Maybe, for an extra tenner, they could get celebrity warmist attack dog Bob Ward on the case.
£50 pays a week’s wages for a full-time Troll Wrangler. As regular readers will be aware, the majority of the more vexatious commenters below blogs such as this one are Billy No Mates activists who have signed up for the Campaign Against Climate Change’s “Sceptic Alerts” Whenever a “sceptical” blogger posts up a new article containing facts they don’t like, the activists are sent an alert directing them to the offending page so that they can prove how wrong it is by posting links to RealClimate and by making angry troll noises.
£100 buys half an hour from a copywriter to think up a better name than Campaign Against Climate Change. After all, isn’t campaigning against Climate Change a bit like campaigning against gravity or oxygen or reality.
£500 sounds like you’re one of those dangerous, selfish, resource-plundering capitalists that the Campaign Against Climate Change believes is largely responsible for the Earth’s plight. Perhaps it would be better if you just killed yourself.
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