Behind every failed project lies a horde of consultants, regulators, and professional victims, fattening themselves on paperwork and moral grandstanding. From South African LNG to Western ESG madness, the Compliance Industrial Complex is a global beast. It doesn’t solve problems—it feeds on them. And the bill? It lands on your desk, every single time.
Free trade, as practiced, rewards the dirtiest hands and punishes the cleanest. A Border Adjustment Tax flips that script—charging nations for the damage they export along with their goods. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start: a market where the cheapest product finally pays the real price of its making.
We’re told rising seas and acidic oceans spell doom, but ancient cities like Dwarka sank long before fossil fuels. Corals outlived dinosaurs and the Cambrian heatwave. So why the sudden hysteria? A skeptical dive into climate dogma, scientific hubris, and the forgotten history buried beneath the waves. Bring your flippers—and your doubt.
Vienna swings from bone-gnawing winter to cobblestone-melting summer in a 56°C operatic range. The sun is the real conductor—tilts, wobbles, and tantrums setting the score. Yet some insist CO₂ writes the symphony. Ask them how well they understand the furnace 150 million kilometers away before they sell you salvation in parts per million.
Methane didn’t just light our stoves—it lit the fuse of life itself. Before plants, before sunlight, before cells, Earth burped out the chemistry that made us. And it still does. Demonized today, methane is in fact the most fundamental, renewable force on this planet. This is the molecule that farts existence into motion.
Climate change is not a modern invention. Rome’s vineyards, medieval abundance, and the frozen misery of the Little Ice Age all testify to natural cycles far grander than human industry. Warmth has always been the ally of civilization; cold its executioner. Yet we kneel before a narrative that mistakes carbon for original sin.