So here we are again. The only life-bearing planet of which we’re aware has successfully circumnavigated its sun* once more. We’ve now gone beyond the number of orbits calculated by the sums of a Man in a Shed as being the one by which we ought to now be reducing our carbon emissions if we are to succeed in not breaching the infamous 2 degree barrier (the same one that a bunch of back-patting optimists in Paris have recently announced, despite all evidence to the contrary, as being eminently achievable).
And still there are folks out there arguing that ‘the hockey stick’ is ‘flawed’ or
‘falsifiable’ not falsifiable [thanks to Hariod for pointing out my mistake; see comment below]. And even those who agree that something ought to be done are in a pervasive quagmire, attempting to persuade those entrenched within fortifications of accustomed entitlement who refuse to even contemplate any action that might be detrimental to their way of life — let alone accept the reality that inaction will inevitably have the same effect.
And so we as a species (one that I continue to maintain should be renamed homo fatuus brutus) do nothing of any great consequence towards the important goal. Isn’t life grand?
* … a sun that emits such a vast quantity of energy that an hour’s worth of even the tiny fraction of it that impacts upon our insignificant planet could power our entire global civilisation for a whole year. I keep thinking: “If we’re really as smart as we like to think we are, we’d have already figured out how to harvest that”.