Climate Change….Oh, I understand! It’s a religion!

David Davis

The effing greenazis have really coined it this time. Struck gold they have. I think this is a pre-April-1 windup but I cannot be sure…….Now, you can claim for unfair dismissal if your bosses (capitalist runningdogs and lackeys of the Boss Class, so they all are of course) are not sufficiently committed to fighting global warming. You cna get dosh off them, while even being fired so you can throw green custard at Peter Mandelson.

Just throw the green custard, love. We’ll hoover up after. (I think PM took it quite well though, the dear fellow.)

The “science” bit in here is an absolute scream … and lower down, the Devil baits Polly Toynbee again – great theatre

If I’d wanted to make it up, then even with my own hyper-vivid imagination, I could not have done better. After this, you just gotta-eat-potatoes, it’s such a scream listening to that patronising lefty cooking-celeb woman. I nearly had a heart-attack pissing myself with mirth. Better not, or else my son will do the blogging and then you’ll all be really sorry.

David Davis

And here’s The Devil’s go at naughty Polly the lefty, and the champion of not letting poor people fly to places.

If God had not intended us to fly, then he would not have given us tickets.

David Davis

Interestingly funny stuff from The Appalling Strangeness, about “Plane Stupid“. Never heard of them myself, being a bumpkin, but if they protest about runways and all that gear and complain that poor people can fly everywhere cheaply, then I will do the opposite of what they recommend.

The Devil cooks them nicely too, here.

I entirely favour cheap flights, because it means that people who are less-rich, or not green, or (on the whole) who have been robbed and short-changed by socialist state education, can afford to go to and enjoy drinking in nice places which they would never ordinarily see. I can see exactly how this would absolutely make the charrerati see red, but that’s not my problem, it’s theirs. The chatterati should get out less, unless it’s to join a three-hundred-year-excursion package to visit Lenin’s mausoleum, with (no) bed (and) sleep-deprivation and half-board in the cellars of Dzerzinsky Square.