The People are Revolting!

Omigawd. Go to Canadian Cynic and check out CC's Viscount First Lord Twatrick-on-Dingleberry Monckton gets his comeuppance. Harumph.

His link will take you to TBogg's blogpost about Viscount Monckton, the ersatz leader of the Climate Change Denialists, telling the sad tale of his run-in with the forces of order, outside the conference centre where the UN global gathering unfolded.

Monckton, who looks like a un-handsome aged Mr Bean, bleats on and on about the unceremonious handling he gets from the Copenhagen riot police. Remember, in this context, he is a demonstrator, a protester in fact because the organizers have revoked the accreditation of most of the observers from non-governmental groups.

A choice quote from the Viscount:

"To assault an accredited representative of a conference your nation is hosting, and to do it while your own police cameramen are filming from above, and to do it without any provocation except my polite, non-threatening request that I should not be manhandled ..."

You get the picture; Monckton, oozing entitlement from every body orifice, is outraged, nay, OUTRAGED!!! at this travesty of democracy.

There's more to be read about Viscount Climate Change Denialist but it's noteworthy to mention that in 1999, he launched a highly profitable product called the Eternity Puzzle. The solution was provided before the deadline and Monckton claimed that he had to sell his modest mansion to pay for the prize. That turned out to be a lie, intended to promote sales of the puzzle.

The post's title is taken from Start The Revolution Without Me (or possible History of the World: Part I). Reading about Monckton's pseudo-tribulations reminds of the former's hilarious imbroglio, based upon the classic movie chestnut of aristocratic and peasant babies switched at birth.

One aspect of human nature that the film satirically explores is that human beings have the tendency to fight change to the point of being stupid and short-sighted, despite the seriousness of the situation. The Corsican Brothers and King Louie VI give the audience great examples of this.

Gene Wilder and Donald Sutherland do a terrific job portraying the very different sets of twins, as both sets go through different adventures, fully showcasing their comedic talent and chemistry with each other. [...] Claude and Charles have an easier time pretending to be noblemen, and sort of roll with the punches, adapting their plan as they go, while Philippe and Pierre can't pretend or adapt at all, and wind up in the insane asylum for a while, a dirty and uncomfortable place for these noblemen.

Indeed.

"Sire, sire! The people are revolting! Yes, and they stink too!"

Viscount Monckton, snake-oil salesman of "nobility" and mouthpiece for privileged interests in maintaining the status quo.

Another PR stink bomb for the PMO in Copenhagen to dispel - update.

There's an expression in French (Canadian). S'enfarger dans les fleurs du tapis.

This is seemingly what the ReformaTory Con jobs are doing in Copenhagen. Early in the morning, the media received a press release, "pledging that Canada will reduce greenhouse gas emissions by 40 per cent below 1990 levels by 2020". They were directed to an official-looking Environment Canada website.

In short order, the communications team accompanying Jim Prentice went into MASSIVE damage control mode. A statement was issued, accusing Steven Guilbeault and his Équiterre staff of engineering the prank. When Dimitri Soudas called an impromptu press conference, Guilbeault showed up to confront the lie and a nasty shouting match ensued, according to a Radio-Canada reporter present.

Ah, those Con jobs, as always dignified under fire, never prone to lash out at real opponents or imaginary enemies, self-effacing, and unlikely to trip all over the pattern in the carpet in their scramble to get their version of truthiness out there.

Updated goodness: From bigcitylib, we learn that Kady O'Malley is on top of the story, here.

Shriek! My parents turned me into a rightwing zombie!

That seems to be the core message of Raphael Alexander's, oops, Adrian MacNair's blogpost about global warming. Notice how the title parrots Christopher Monkton's verbal defamation of the young climate change activists who challenged him in Copenhagen?

MacNair also blames his parents for forcing him to attend anti-nuclear weapons demos and consequently turning him into an individual repelled by progressive values.

During the fifties, on television and in schools across the country, Diefenbaker's government used graphic visuals - mushroom clouds, skin and flesh melting to reveal the skullbones beneath - to impress the public with the urgency of war preparedness. It instilled in my parents a life-long need to keep an overstocked pantry but I can't say it traumatized me to the point I now run screaming from the supermarket whenever I see shelves crammed full of canned goods.

MacNair singles out the evulness of this particular video. He appears absolutely enraged - ENRAGED! - that innocent children could be exploited thus and on their behalf, mothers are challenging the premise of an economy based on the complete depletion of our planet's resources.

I know how he feels. It turns my stomach whenever I see MacNair's hero, Stevie Spiteful using babies in his election photos and video propaganda opportunities.



With any luck, MacNair's children will likely reject their father's rank and rabid, passive-agressive, rightwing socon politics as he rejected his parents political activism.