Imagine:
A
caveman sits at night in front of his hole in the hill, at the edge of a cliff,
absently stroking his lice-ridden beard, shivering even in his polecat and
skunk coat, hoping his little fire won’t attract the attention of the growling,
carnivorous beasts that roamed the forest below. He is hungry. Today’s hunt
netted him nothing but some berries he picked from a bush, and a few grubs. Small
animals had fled his approach as he lumbered noisily through the brush. He
silently prayed to the weather gods to send more raccoons and squirrels his
way. But the only answer was the cacophonous, deafening racket of birds,
insects, and other creatures as they sang to the night.
The
gods were fickle; sometimes it rained endlessly, other times weeks went by
without a drop of rainfall. They were also unpredictable with the seasons; the
sun god was sometimes hotter, sometimes did not warm his skin; oft times it hid
for days behind a rainless canopy of clouds. There was a season when it snowed;
this was when the caveman was able to drink cupped hands of ice water without
worry of getting sick. When it rained, he stood outside his cave, head thrown
back, mouth open, to catch the drops. There was a stream somewhere below. He
had drunk from it, but the water was foul and made him ill, as it had made his
family ill.
The
caveman was born in his cave. He had never ventured far from it. He was alone.
His family were all gone, perished from illnesses he did not understand, or
stricken down by one or another angry god. His son was the last to go. He had
lost him when the giant finger of the god of wind had fallen on him during one
of their rare excursions to the outside world. The caveman had looked at the
crushed figure beneath a long, round rock-like thing, cried in dismay, and
scurried in terror back into the wilderness. What had he done to incur the wind
god’s wrath? He could not fathom the mystery. The universe he knew was hostile
and unknowable.
The
forest below was strewn with strangely shaped, overgrown objects, big and
small, made of materials alien to the caveman, some encased in flaking red
crusts, others of a baffling, impenetrable nature, bizarre in shape and to the
touch. They were not rocks. His father had told him they were the bones and
offal of the sky gods’ food. A wise man in his father’s youth had told him
that.
He
heard twigs snapping below. He leaned cautiously over the edge of the cliff and
espied the slinking, shadowy form of a beast of prey moving beneath the
disturbed foliage. The caveman gasped and froze.
 It was a Jin, one of
the earth god’s angels of vengeance and punishment and a merciless guardian of
the earth
. Jins were human in form,
his father had told him, and stalked only careless cavemen who revealed their
outlawed existence by building fires which offended the god of darkness and who
otherwise despoiled the earth with their presence and appetites. The
Jins killed men for the sake of killing. The
caveman’s father’s own father years ago had warned his family of these
Jins, called “purifiers,” select
stewards of Gaia and caretakers of the planet, he said, and then he had
disappeared into the forest on a hunt and he was never seen again.
Neither
the father nor his son, now the lonely caveman, had understood half of what the
old man had said. But they knew enough to be afraid of the half they did.
The
caveman reached over and grasped his club, which he had fashioned from a limb
from a dead tree, against the will of the wood god, using sharp rocks from the
stream below….
No,
this story is not set 100,000 years ago in prehistory. It is set late in the
next century, or in the one after it, after environmentalists and “climate
change” acolytes and their useful idiot allies in politics and academia have
destroyed Western civilization. There is no more history, because those born in
that kind of world would have no memory of the world that perished long before
their own world had risen up among the caveman’s surviving ancestors to smother
them. The caveman is sitting among some ruins of a forgotten, even unknown world.
His
son was killed by a toppling wind turbine whose foundation had finally
crumbled.
Of
course, the caveman perishes under the club of the “purifying” Jin, a caretaker environmentalist. What a
great subject for another apocalyptic
movie. If one examines the root motive of environmentalists – discarding all
the guff about “saving the planet,” “saving the polar bear and
the snail darter and the smelt and the wolf,” saving the
“scenery,” “conserving natural resources for our children,”
eradicating pollution, “reducing CO2 emissions,” and so on – one will
discover the dark, venomous bile of pure nihilism or a profound hatred of man.
The cavemen’s world is a Utopia – to the glassy-eyed environmentalists.
The
caveman’s Jin could also be called a
“rooster,” as Rael Jean Isaac calls them in her marvelous little
book, Roosters of the Apocalypse: How the
Junk Science of Global Warming is Bankrupting the Western World
.
The
title of the book reviewed here, as Richard Lindzen explains in the Foreword,
…comes from Richard Landes’s
study of the apocalyptic millennial movements. The classic example of that of
the South African Xhosa tribe’s futile attempt, led by what Landes refers to as
the society’s Roosters, to defeat the British by sacrificing their cattle and
crops in the hope that this would induce their ancestors to come to their
rescue. (p. 13)
Isaac
is a sociologist who has written and spoken extensively on various movements
and ideologies, good and bad, from mental illness to Israel and global warming.
I read her and her husband’s Coercive
Utopians: Social Deception by America’s Power Players
shortly after it
appeared in print in 1984. It is an early work of which Roosters is a logical extension.
 Doubtless readers have observed over the years
how environmentalists and their cohorts have renamed man-caused “global cooling”
to “global warming,” to “climate change,” and now, it
seems, to “climate interruption.” Stand by for the next revision of
the lexicon. It’s hard to realize that the power which the EPA and the federal
government wield had its roots in the “ecology” movement, when flower
children and hippies went around singing “Kumbayah” and accusing “big oil” of polluting Mars
and Venus (when “big oil” was actually Saudi Arabia and OPEC) and
other dastardly crimes committed by capitalism. Then they found allies in the
Weathermen, the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS), and other terrorist
groups, and the game changed from one of persuasion to force.
It’s
also a wake-up call to remember that the movement had no real philosophical opposition.
It was a Republican, Richard Nixon, who in December 1970 signed into law by executive
order (sound familiar?) the creation of the Environmental Protection Agency
through the Clean Air Act.
Nixon was a consummate pragmatist with no actual political philosophy or a
solid opinion on anything. If someone had told him it was mandatory that the
president wear socks with clocks to press conferences and state banquets, he
couldn’t have devised a counter-argument.
Of
course since its inception the EPA has burgeoned in size and power, with over 15,000
employees, not counting gaggles of “independent consultants,” a
projected 2015 budget
now of nearly $8 billion, and thirteen departments, including its strong-arm
“police” branch, the Office
of Enforcement and Compliance Assurance
, which has its own “most
wanted” list of offenders.
  
As
Richard Lindzen notes in his Foreword, Isaac narrates the oscillating positions
of the environmentalists and in particular those of the “anti-energy”
contingent:
I can’t help suspecting that the
real enemy of such movements is the common man, whose condition was vastly
improved by the massive improvements in energy technology [and also by capitalism]….However, as Dr. Isaac
notes, although such sources as nuclear and natural gas were once favored by
environmentalists, environmental support for any source of energy ceases when that source proves viable, as
observed by Peter Metzger in the ’70s. (Italics
and square brackets mine; p. 14)
I
think that observation is an important but misunderstood clue to the nihilistic
root motives of the environmentalists. The plain truth of it must beggar belief
in the minds of critics of environmentalism, that these people can’t be that vile. But if support for energy
sources consistently dissipates when a source proves practical and economical,
what else can one conclude about the core motivations and character of the most
militant and vociferous environmentalists?
Isaac
herself, for all the knowledge she displays in her book of the destructive
shenanigans of the environmentalists, in and out of government, does not come
close to grasping the issue, either.
 That being said, in “Roosters vs.
Owls” (“owls” being the scorned climate change deniers and
skeptics), Isaac paints a scientific establishment completely invested in
anthropological global warming (AGW), cooling, interruption, and etc., or at
least in thrall to the junk science.
The governing boards of many
scientific associations in the United States endorse the movement. Elite
scientific associations, including the U.K.’s venerable Royal Society, are also
on board. Then there’s the media, which eagerly provide a platform and echo
chamber for the most terrifying apocalyptic scenarios the roosters can conjure
up: seas rising twenty feet to drown Manhattan, the Netherlands and Bangladesh;
a shutdown in “thermohaline convection” in the oceans to plunge
Europe into a new ice age; multiplying hurricanes and tornadoes; an end to
polar bears; a vast increase in malaria, dengue fever; Ebola virus, and a
cornucopia of other diseases. (p. 18)
No
sooner had I read that and recalled the surfeit of anti-man movies that have
been made over the decades, including several of the most recently and tackily
produced ones released on Netflix, than on the next page I read this:
The most far-out speculation of
all comes from researchers at Pennsylvania State University [together with
NASA], who suggest rising greenhouse emissions could tip off aliens that we are
a rapidly growing threat to the universe and lead them to take drastic action
against Earth before the threat escalates further. (Brackets mine)
Shades
of that “classic,” The Day the Earth Stood Still.
Wanting to see that for myself, I looked up the headlines in Isaac’s endnotes,
and, low and behold, there it was. See for yourself here
and here.
Perhaps equally bizarre was Al “Hockey Sticks” Gore, yelling in his
best “Godzilla” voice, recently saying that climate change deniers
should be shunned like “racists.”
In
this chapter, Isaac covers but briefly the whole “ClimateGate”
scandal surrounding the University of East Anglia and its manufactured data,
together with the doctoring of the IPCC’s 1996 report on global warming. The
revelations contained in the hacked East Anglia emails between British and
American “climate scientists” ought to have served as coffin nails in
the AWG movement and its participants charged with fraud. For example, they
consciously suppressed all reference to the “Medieval Warm Period” in
its data collection because the data for that period did not conform to the a priori conclusions of the researchers,
whose agenda was political, not science-driven facts. This was aside from the
deliberately corrupted and manipulated data from other periods, including our
own. But because the U.N., various governments, and much of the
government-bankrolled scientific establishment had a vested interest in
continuing the falsehoods, the movement rolled on.
In
her chapter, “Apocalyptic Jazz,” Isaac writes:
Landes writes that past
apocalyptic prophecies have, without exception, been wrong. Of course, there’s
always a first time. But given that 100 percent failure record, surely the owls
deserve a hearing. The owls contend that natural cycles shaped by sun and sea
play a far more important role than greenhouse gases in determining global
temperature. They say variation in the sun’s energy output correlates better
with the Earth’s temperature over time than do carbon dioxide levels. (p. 31)
Indeed,
as Isaac notes later in her book, rises in carbon dioxide levels do not
necessarily cause any temperature fluctuations, up or down, in the atmosphere.
Isaac
has chapters on the costs of “renewable energy” projects and
programs, the attrition among AWG supporters who are having belated second
thoughts about the credibility and costs of such programs, how Europe has
enfeebled itself by mandating that such programs be integrated into existing
energy sources, with the aim of making countries completely dependent on renewable,
and what’s in store for the U.S. if we do not “rethink” the costs of
the same programs and killing all capacities of coal, natural gas, and nuclear
power sources (which would indeed be catastrophic, propelling the country back
to pre-Industrial Revolution standards of living, which environmentalists would
also object to, provided they could communicate their objections by horse or
shoe leather; but then we’d hear from the animal rights brigades).
I
highly recommend Rael Isaac’s book as a primer on the whole AWG scam. She has
packed so much important information in so few pages that one can’t help but become
a card-carrying “owl.” I also recommend that readers question the
motives of those caring environmentalists who want to “save the planet,”
because if more people grasped their nihilistic means and ends, we would have a
better chance of preventing the collapse of Western civilization.  
And
then my short story about the caveman won’t become prophetic at all.
Roosters
of the Apocalypse: How the Junk Science of Global Warming is Bankrupting the
Western World
,
by Rael Jean Isaac. Washington DC: Bravura Books, 2013. 119 pp.