A few months ago I visited Prague, home of Kafka. He was a disturbed author, and after my visit I started to understand why. On top of many centuries of conflict, Communism imposed a wicked peace. The dramatic points of Prague’s long history include the 3 (some say 4) defenestrations spread over several centuries.
If you don’t like the town leaders, throw them out the window. If they die, proves the point. But in one instance most survived, apparently because they fell into a heap of horse dung at the bottom. There are many ways to settle disputes, and we should not rule out any options considering the dire state our good nation seems to be in. This is the very window where one such defenestration took place:
Soaring greenhouse gases? Rising electricity prices? Sorry if the repeal of the carbon tax doesn’t lead to cheaper energy, but don’t worry. Just keep building coal ports and opening new fracking shafts. Extreme weather events? Let’s just wait and see, making fine profits while in the meantime.
But we (collectively, don’t look at me) voted this government in, and now the polls say people are having second thoughts.
If you doubt that climate change is a global emergency, I invite you to watch any one of the little videos featured below, and then let me know where exactly are the flaws in their data:
Or better yet, slow down and take an hour to watch this beautiful one, also available from Transition Italia. Don’t worry, it’s in English, and it was made by a photographer, not a scientist:
Of course, I would never advocate violence (death to non-pacifists is my bumper sticker), but perhaps the occasional defenestration would help our leaders to wake up to the changes that await us and the need to move away from a carbon economy with alacrity.
The delusions of oil wealth in North America match our own identical Plans A, B and C. Beware the coming carbon bubble, some economists are now saying:
Perhaps some of the deniers and postponers could throw their old ideas out the window. Perhaps along with a few pollies, including those who have corruptly benefitted from coal leases. But only from the ground floor window, and please ensure that a load of their own horse shit cushions their fall.
I wish you a Merry Christmas, and leave you with my visions for a world ruled by women. It’s called Stealth in Petticoats, but don’t let that box you in: