As the Antarctic cold snap blasts Melbourne, I write this in my unheated flat, not being able to afford heating (no wood fire of course), rugging up in old sleeping bags from opp shops, and downing vast quantities of alcohol, which helps greatly. But, carbon dioxide levels have reached the highest level since readings begun. Isn’t the case that the apocalypse should be happening just about now? Or will it be in, let me see, eight more years, I think the rebellious Extinction folk said? I wish they would make up their minds. Well, forget it, if that was so, nothing can reverse this, let alone considering China now producing more industrial flatulence than the developed world combined. I don’t believe in global warming, but if I did, there is no reason to change our life style, and it would be pointless anyway. Let nature take its course, I say. Don’t worry, it is all going to work out just fine, as in the end, everything comes out in the Darwinian wash. Worst case scenario, party on, eat red meat, drink red wine, and be merry without ever being “red.”
https://research.noaa.gov/article/ArtMID/587/ArticleID/2764/Coronavirus-response-barely-slows-rising-carbon-dioxide