Good intentions abound, as always. But let me pose the only question that actually matters: who is going to pay for this little stunt? Public coffers have already been picked clean, raided like tombs after a dynastic collapse. And if any politician dares to bend over backwards once more to squeeze out funds for yet another virtue-signaling extravaganza, you can be sure it’s not out of civic zeal. It’s because there’s a cushy post-politics sinecure waiting somewhere down the line.
And let’s be honest—it won’t be at a shipping company. Nor will such maneuvering earn them the warm embrace of the green extremist set. Their affections are reserved for their beloved spinning contraptions on land and the glistening fields of beryllium and silicon that signal their virtue to the world. Bobbing vessels far out at sea do not tug at their heartstrings. Out of sight, out of mind remains the guiding principle.
So yes, expect a chorus of bluster, grand pronouncements, and glossy presentations. But reality has a way of seeping in like damp through old walls, and I don’t foresee a flurry of actual action behind these noble intentions.That said, the theater serves its purpose. As long as the charade continues, the green zombies remain placated, gnawing on their slogans rather than tearing at the walls. And so the show goes on.