YOU have to wonder, that is the only sane reaction, and not in the sense of being merely curious. It’s the wide-eyed, mouth-agape species of wonder, and what makes the object of such amazement even more remarkable is that an unfolding outrage is going largely unremarked. Indeed, many of those who speak loudest of moral clarity, not least their own, have been the most energetic betrayers of that which they claim to hold most dear. Opaque spectacles are very much in fashion, and the sad thing, as the fuss surrounding Viscount Monckton’s current visit demonstrates, is that they are worn with pride.
We are not talking here about the tour’s freak- and sideshows, an example of which is the post below. For too many years it has been a gotcha game. Nothing wrong with that and, given the trouble the carbon tax is in, much that has been productive and right. If the diggers and the sifters and the amateur source-checkers had not held the wilder warmist nostrums up to the light, who else might have stalled Big Carbon’s panjandrum? Demonstrating, say, that David Karoly has not grasped how droughts raise temperatures, rather than vice versa*, is fun and satisfying, but it is a skirmish when all is said and done, a small tactical action in a war unlikely to end anytime soon.
The polls say the conflict is being won, that faith in the green creed is faltering, and that is most encouraging. But on the strategic front, truth and integrity continue to take a beating. The shameful reaction Monckton has sparked makes that clear as day, just as it spotlights the intellectual corruption that gnaws like a cancer at things still worth saving.
Think about the debasement of debate, if debate be permitted at all. Some 50 educated, intelligent people – people proud to call themselves academics – demand that someone uttering a dissenting view be denied the lectern. One suspects many of those listed in the post below would be amongst the first to denounce any perceived threat to their own academic freedom. Yet they urge the gag. This is remarkable -- remarkably sad and deeply worrying. And it is sadder still for being only one piece of the rot.
What about the press? What about truth’s purported priests, how did they miss the bigger story? Oh yes, the papers covered the demand to gag, but they looked not far beyond it. It was a pissing match they were chronicling, and the centre-ring action was so diverting they failed to notice that “Academics Back Censorship” is the man who bit a dog. Bias in the newsroom? Sure, that goes without saying, but what of supervisors, sometimes known as “editors”, are there are no adults to restrain the youngsters’ opinionated advocacy? Apparently not, so toss onto the pyre any vestigal faith in the notion that the press loves the story, not the crusade.
When Monckton has come and gone, be certain another slugfest will rage, and then the next, and so ever on and on.
(*droughts raise temperatures because the sun's energy heats dry land faster than it does moist land, no energy being lost to evaporation. In blaming the recent drought and 2009 Victorian/SA heatwave on global warming, an assertion about which hydrologist Stewart Franks set him straight, Karoly turns physics on its head. If a wet Karoly and a dry Karoly both stepped into the sun, the damp edition would remain cooler for longer.)
