Tag: Butterflies

The problem with being an international treasure is that the eyes of the world are always upon me, ever on the lookout for gossip, scandal and signs of hypocrisy. When Emma Thompson joined the first Extinction Rebellion protest she was actually murdered for travelling there by plane. When Greta Thunberg had a climate summit to get to she had no choice but to stow aboard a pirate ship, finding herself stricken by scurvy and rickets and under constant attack from the living dead. And when I drive my car to work I’m attacked on all sides by Fury Road cosplayers flinging fireballs, chains and buttplugs at me for daring to use the odd drop of petrol.

As we barrel full-speed into the climate apocalypse, wilfully removing our species from the earth because we like making money, eating meat and driving places, it may be worth reflecting that ripping up trillions of trees and covering 106% of the earth’s surface with concrete has had some unintended consequences. Top of the list, for example, would be how we’re barrelling full-speed into an actual fucking apocalypse.

You’ll recall how, during one of many recent relaunches, I found myself terrified by the Inconvenient Truth movies and committed to doing more to avert the coming apocalypse. We agreed while I was just short of nailing environmentalism on the personal level I was barely half-assing it on the local level, and using a tiny speck of ass on the global level.

With Trump’s assault on the environment, as well as on truth and decency and the first amendment and women and Muslims and Mexicans and African-Americans and disabled people and footballers and school children, and really anyone who isn’t him and that one daughter he wants to bone, we are hosed unless we do something ourselves. And it’s going to take a lot of somethings, and all of our selves.