Carbon taxes have sunk to the bottom of the bureaucratic Mariana Trench, where it belongs — next to discarded ESG brochures and Greta’s moral compass. Trump still has over three years left in office, and Europe’s electoral winds are finally turning against the climate sycophants who spent a decade torching prosperity in the name of planetary virtue.
Voters are starting to notice that living costs are not, in fact, a force of nature. They’re man-made — or rather, bureaucrat-made. When people can no longer afford steak, heating, or their kid’s new shoes, the windmills stop looking so romantic. Suddenly, all those green mega-projects devouring tax money appear less like salvation and more like extortion with a recycling logo.
Don’t expect politicians to fight to save it. They never believed in the cause anyway. For years, they just found it safer to worship at the altar of climate hysteria than to face the wrath of its priesthood. But the congregation is leaving. The voter reservoir for green totalitarianism is evaporating faster than a puddle in the Sahara, while the reservoir for affordable sanity is swelling with every unpaid energy bill and every smug activist blocking traffic.
This is the trend now. Imagine what the political landscape will look like in 2029 when Trump’s second presidency ends. By then, the climate crusade will be as fashionable as COVID lockdown poetry. And as for predictions of a Democrat victory in 2028? Those are about as seaworthy as a coffee filter turned into a riverboat — leaky, delusional, and destined to sink before it leaves the dock.