Satisfying smackdown of Prince Charles
Prince Charles, heir to the British throne, is also heir to the sort of mush-headed liberalism that permeates high society on both sides of the Atlantic. Accordingly, he has thrown his lot in with the warmists, decrying the alleged danger to the future of the earth represented by the harnessing of energy embedded in hydrocarbons. This is a favorite tactic of those wealthy enough to travel by private jet, exonerating themselves from any liberal angst over their elite lifestyle, because they are "concerned" and want others to sacrifice their own wealth convenience and comfort in order to foreclose a hypothetical threat that had failed to materialize over the last 17 years, despite the urging warnings of imminent doom.
Recently His Royal Highness committed a major faux pas by injecting himself into the political debate, and he has been called out by the one man with the intellectual AND social standing to do so. And a major plus is that he has the wit to perform this necessary task with devastating effectiveness. As many readers may have already guessed, that man is Christopher Monckton, also known more formally as Viscount Monckton of Brenchley, a man in possession of his own herald of high nobility.
Monckton's point is that having left behind his elevated status above politics, as is mandatory for a British monarch (or monarch-to-be), Charles has now descended to the level of mere commoner. And so in an open letter, Monckton alternates between the exquisite formality required of a noble addressing his slight) superior in the peerage, and the sort of familiarity one might hear in a working class pub.
It is snark on a historic scale. I am not exactly an insider when it comes to the British peerage, but I have to imagine this letter has been topic one among the upper crust of the UK.
Watts Up with That has reprinted the entire letter, and I urge readers to peruse it there in full. Here is an excerpt:
His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales,
Clarence House, London.
Your Royal Highness' recent remarks describing those who have scientific and economic reason to question the Establishment opinion on climatic apocalypse in uncomplimentary and unroyal terms as "headless chickens" mark the end of our constitutional monarchy and a return to the direct involvement of the Royal Family, in the Person of our future king, no less, in the cut and thrust of partisan politics.
Now that Your Royal Highness has offered Your Person as fair game in the shootout of politics, I am at last free to offer two options. I need no longer hold back, as so many have held back, as Your Royal Highness' interventions in politics have become more frequent and less acceptable in their manner as well as in their matter.
Option 1. Your Royal Highness will renounce the Throne forthwith and for aye. Those remarks were rankly party-political and were calculated to offend those who still believe, as Your Royal Highness plainly does not, that the United Kingdom should be and remain a free country, where any subject of Her Majesty may study science and economics, may draw his conclusions from his research and may publish the results, however uncongenial the results may be.
The line has been crossed. No one who has intervened thus intemperately in politics may legitimately occupy the Throne. Your Royal Highness' arrogant and derogatory dismissiveness towards the near-50 percent of your subjects who no longer follow the New Religion is tantamount to premature abdication. Goodnight, sweet prince. No more "Your Royal Highness."
Hi, there, Chazza! You are a commoner now, just like most of Her Majesty's subjects. You will find us a cheerfully undeferential lot. Most of us don't live in palaces, and none of us goes everywhere with his own personalized set of monogrammed white leather lavatory seat covers.
The United Kingdom Independence Party, which until recently I had the honor to represent in Scotland, considers - on the best scientific and economic evidence - that the profiteers of doom are unjustifiably enriching themselves at our expense.
For instance, even the unspeakable Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change has accepted advice from me and my fellow expert reviewers that reliance upon ill-constructed and defective computer models to predict climate was a mistake. Between the pre-final and final drafts of the "Fifth Assessment Report," published late last year, the Panel ditched the models and substituted its own "expert assessment" that in the next 30 years the rate of warming will be half what the models predict.
In fact, the dithering old fossils in white lab coats with leaky Biros sticking out of the front pocket now think the rate of warming over the next 30 years could be less than in the past 30 years, notwithstanding an undiminished increase in the atmospheric concentration of plant food. Next time you talk to the plants, ask them whether they would like more CO2 in the air they breathe. Their answer will be Yes.
That last bit about Prince Charles talking to plants is devastating. Read the rest for much more.
And thank-you Viscount Monckton.