For the politicians, it’s a never-ending ATM—why unplug the machine when it keeps spitting out votes, cash, and moral license with zero accountability? But the activists, bless their trembling hearts, really do believe the apocalypse is stalking them personally. Most aren’t faking; they’re simply marinated in dogma, like any good cultist who’s swapped robes for hashtags. Reality doesn’t puncture the bubble—it gets rejected on impact, because it fails the sacred litmus test of narrative purity. And the tragic comedy is this: the more sense you make, the more terrified they become. Facts are toxins. Doubt is treason. Every contradiction is proof of a grander conspiracy. They’re not just wrong—they’re armored in righteousness and trembling with dread. You won’t deprogram them. At best, you can nudge them into harmless routines and walk away. If they let you. Will they?
In London and Paris, we’ve experienced vicious backlash to climate action. But we’re not backing down
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