I will blog properly on this at some point, currently at work, playing with my phone, not catching up on my filing:
Climate change isn’t something I’m too hot on. I can google the difference between climate and weather, and I’ve been casually following news stories of leaked emails, and reading a few Monbiot articles (after feeling slightly guilty of jokingly accusing him of having bad breath). I pretty much reckon it’s probably something we’re causing. There’s a lot of alleged evidence to that effect. Polar bears are dying, ice caps melting, British coastline eroding, ffs – there was a ladybird in my room yesterday. A ladybird. In December.
Every so often we get a few nutters jumping up and down when a piece of research concludes, in one tiny area, that it might not be humans causing it. Does that really matter?
Surely, as an intelligent, sophisticated species, we can pull together to do something about our… y’know… home planet, regardless? We see daily reports of coral reefs disappearing and hippo populations declining. Even if it’s not our fault, why shouldn’t we do something about it? Skewing the debate by focusing on something irrelevant is something your girlfriend’s supposed to do, not the people influencing public opinion.
In, say 80 years time when I’m dead and my ashes scattered into space, I want my grandchildren to know what a penguin is, not from some book or YouTube download of Batman Returns, but from actually seeing one. Christ, how scary would it be if, in 80 years time, kids grow up thinking penguins were remote controlled?