The mystery to me is how is it that we seem so sane to ourselves?
You will find this hard to believe, but I see myself as the standard of sanity. My values are obvious and sensible, rooted in practicality and squared with morality.
And from my point of view, hell is other people. What, don't they care? What, their grandkids might have a habitable planet, and might have is plenty good enough?
There is sanity if I ever saw it. That point of view.
But then I have to face the possibility that I'm every bit as a freedom fry shy of a happy meal as the other lunatics who have the same certainty.
Two possibilities:
One: greenhouse gas emissions are benign.
Two: the market value of what humanity has to surrender if we climate alarmists are right, that amount of money, is impossible for humans to say no to easily. Or maybe at all.
Just on the face of it, which of those two possibilities requires the least mental exercise to support? The least mental exercise to support explanation isn't always the more accurate, but it quite often is.
Let's just call that what it is.
Republicans have a price. And that price has been paid.
You sit there ever so serenely. Oh, you're above all this. This whole debate about climate has turned into child's play. And I have got better things to do than child's play.
This is not child's play. This is one of those perfect storms that come along every so often. When morality hangs in the balance.
And you have the choice, which even if you don't make a choice, you have made a choice.
Is or is not morality worth it?





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