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.