Prince Charles Pissing Around Again

Check out this excellent post on Planet Gore.

Goofy, worthless Prince Charles wants to lecture all of us peasants about the dangers of global warming all whilst cruising around the world in a private jet equipped with a master suite and private bathroom. The jet apparently will emit 53 tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. How can anyone take this fool seriously?

The thought of being lectured about living more meekly by a taxpayer-subsidized prince who has never done a proper day’s work in his life — and who is currently flying around Europe on a private jet with a master suite and plush bathroom that will spew a whopping 53 tons of CO2 into the atmosphere over the course of his five-day, $116,000 charter — is of course eye-swivellingly irritating. But this is something we’re getting used to in Britain — because here, environmentalism looks very much like the Revenge of the Aristocrats. The British green lobby is stuffed with the sons and daughters of privilege, for whom environmentalism provides a perfect, scientifically tinged gloss for expressing in a new way their old foul prejudices against mass, modern society.

The group of snotty Brits and other aristocrats include people with names that you'd expect from the privileged class. Lord Porritt, the 11th Governor General of New Zealand, Sir Crispin Tickell, Lady Kulukundis, Fourth Baron Melchett and David de Rothschild are among the elite who would want us to live like primates in order to save the planet. Hey, someone has to counter balance all their private jet travel.

The whole posting is a must read, but here's another excerpt:

British aristocrats’ historic disdain for teeming cities — with their distasteful record of providing upward mobility to the lower orders — can now be respectably recast as a desire to protect the green countryside from polluting urban life. Their long-standing suspicion of working-class communities, who apparently have too many children and are too obsessed with material things, is rehabilitated in the language of “population reduction” to protect “Gaia.” And their preference for the quiet local life, as lived in well-off villages where they are lord of the manor, is given a new lease on life in the discussion of the dangers of “cheap tourism” and of flying foreign food — planted and grown by Africans: yuck! — into the UK.