SteveShark is a relatively new blog to me but it's well worth a visit. Today he has that master of Green (as in nosegoblins), Sting from the Police. The band, not the paramilitary wing of the Labour party. It's not that easy to tell, except that Sting looks more like an ecoprotester than a policeman, goes about with a dishcloth around his waist and has hair in a distinctive 'electrocuted' style.

(The 30th anniversary issue of Viz magazine features Sting's Tantric helicopter invention, if anyone hasn't seen that yet.)

Anyway, Mrs. Sting was apparently asked how she justified herself and ElectroHead campaigning on green issues while having seven houses and flying everywhere in jets while pouring burning aviation fuel out of the window and all the rest of it. She said:

“I would like to think that we both work hard for the rights of indigenous people… but we do need to get around.”

Oh. They need to get around. Nobody else does so everyone else can make do with mud huts and all gather around the smouldering remains of the local power station after the Green Saviours have torched it. Everyone else can walk from Paris to New York, stuffing coal back into the sea bed along the way, while Mr. and Mrs. Sting fly overhead at vast fuel-burning expense because they need to get around. It's fine to tear the last fiver out of every poor bugger's wallet to pay for ever-rising green taxes because Mr. And Mrs. Sting have declared it's in the best interests of the planet, from the patio-heated balcony atop their lights-blazing mansion (one of seven).

Sounds like they are following in the footsteps of the Climate Change Pope, Gory Al himself, and their likewise ecohypocrite pals Bonio and Bob Gelding. Everyone else can go out and wreck the power stations and businesses, everyone else can huddle around a candle and shiver, everyone else can suffer cattle-class travel. Not the Green Elite. They have to get home and turn the heating up to tropical before roasting a couple of those evil methane-belching cows over the searchlight-illuminated barbecue.

And to think, all those activists listen to what these people tell them. They believe it!

The last twenty years' trend. Thats what they go on about. The last twenty. They can't go back further than that because it brings them into 'the next ice age' territory. So for about nine years the world showed a bit of warming, then nothing for ten years, and for the last few years it's been cooling. That is the last twenty year's records. So they change it from 'global warming' to 'climate change' because now it's cooling rather than warming and yet they propose exactly the same solutions to an entirely opposite problem. All the while worshipping the biggest carbon footprinters on the planet and doing what they are told by these smug and controlling self-enrichers. Idiots.

Buried away in the newspapers is a report on just how much human-induced CO2 is being absorbed by the Earth. It's nowhere near capacity, it seems. And yet the comments are filled with the Green Zealots who cannot imagine a world in which they are not doomed at all, but could get on with actually having a life instead of obsessing about the end of it. Meanwhile those who play them like chess pieces, Bonio, Stink, Gelding, Gory and the rest, just laugh and watch it all on the wall-sized TVs installed in their megajets while nipping across to Monte Carlo for a coffee.

I know the British have a long tradition of complaining about the weather but these people are taking it way too far. It was meant to be a conversation opener, not a religion.

The climate will change. It's never been constant. It will warm and cool. Sure, we should work on alternative energy sources to coal and we should recycle what can be recycled because that's all good. But don't tell us we are killing the world, because we're not. That's all lies.

Consider those who tell you to restrict your lives to Trappist monk levels and look hard at how they live. Do they look worried about their carbon footprints?

Until they do, neither will I.