Global Cooling. Global Warming. Climate Change. Whatever it is we’re calling it these days, here is the unfortunate truth: most of you have stopped reading by now.
What was hard to ignore though was when Clive Palmer and Al Gore waltzed into the spotlight on the Australian political stage, and performed a strange little song and dance which was followed by polite, but slightly confused, applause.
On one side you have a man who has made a hefty fortune from coal mining, who now proclaims himself as the saviour of the human race and planet Earth, and standing next to him was Clive Palmer.
Seriously, things are stranger than the run of mild Spring weather we’d been experiencing up until this week.
Not that I’m unhappy about having warmer winters, I’ve never eaten mulberries in July before and our mango tree has started flowering earlier than usual. Either something is seriously wrong with our climate, or my fruit trees have faulty calendars?
As someone who wasn’t exactly a star pupil in school science, I cannot claim with any confidence if this is just a natural weather phase or Climate ‘Whatever It Is Where Calling It Now’.
And like most others, I can’t be bothered to read the reams of research to find out. Besides, who can you trust in these matters? Clive? Al? Tony? Experts? The old hippy at the beach?
Personally I’m leaning toward the side of the folk who are concerned about the world we may be leaving our great grandchildren, and paying less attention to those who think our great grandchildren should clean up any mess we make.
Perhaps if we all did a little it might make a big difference, so the only hot air we’ll have to worry about is the stuff billowing out of Canberra.