One or two new ones have appeared on the scene but they fall somewhere in that middle ground between being a true climate prat and simply being too thick to realise times have changed. George Clooney is probably a typical example; armed with all the knowledge one usually acquires before dropping out of secondary education without a diploma to become a matinée idol, he’s taken to calling us poor benighted deniers ignorant.
It’s part of his ongoing effort to rebrand himself as a man of stature who’s to be taken seriously from now on, rather than just an ageing Hollywood pretty boy with a cleft chin whose next stop is the big six o. I wish you luck with that one George but I rather suspect you might be unaware it will involve you having to grow a brainstem. Unthinkingly regurgitating trite liberal truisms, like having a pretty face and a great pair of tits, only gets you so far in rebranding yourself as deep and profound.
Most of the usual lunatics have been very quiet this year. Al “I sold out to big oil” Gore, has been nearly invisible except for a half-hearted attempt at rekindling the old fires with another one of his Climate Reality Events whose reception was so apathetic, nobody actually noticed it was on until it was nearly over. James Hanson, after his parting of the ways with NASA, has largely sunk out of sight, to the point where he only attracted one nomination this year. With a showing like that, it’s doubtful he’ll even be nominated next year. Sic transit pratunda mundi.
