We’re still hurtling towards the cliff. If the US doesn’t self-destruct, Peter Watts sees The Donald as Canada’s saviour. Is he kidding?
No 2391 Posted by fw, October 31, 2018
Peter Watts begins his review with selected red flag warnings of what the latest IPCC report says. IPCC gives us 12 years to show results. And if we don’t pull this off? Why fret over a measly 2°C increase, says Watts, when we’re on target to blow past 3°C by century’s end. American journalist David Wallace-Wells faced the facts in his gloom and doom article The Uninhabitable Earth, and was decried as defeatist. Even climate science superstar Michael Mann seems to have changed his tune on the IPCC report, saying it’s too conservative. On the other side of the ledger, another prof’s paper was rejected for being “disheartening” because it warned of “inevitable collapse.” Compared with previous releases, IPCC’s latest report is unprecedented, causing media to “freak out.” As for overall media reaction, the usual suspects said the usual things. But what the media thinks doesn’t matter. What about the reaction of world leaders in so-called progressive jurisdictions? Trump, for instance, does he even know what the IPCC is? And what about the 0.01%, the real leaders who call the shots? – Well, they’re busy getting advice from consultants on how to protect themselves from being killed by their personal security forces. Meanwhile, others are looking for someone to blame (or not to blame) for the mess we’re in. The “Save the Planet” campaigns didn’t stand a chance. And the problem is too big for individuals to fix. Watts saves his parting expletive volley for those who didn’t support alternative voices like Sanders, Nader, Jerry Brown and the Green Party. Meanwhile, we’re still hurtling towards the cliff. If the US doesn’t self-destruct, Watts sees The Donald as Canada’s last best hope. – Really? Is he kidding? Watts ends on a happy note — of sorts – with a Pyrrhic victory for Canada. —Peter Watts, rifters.com
The above synopsis, in 299 words, captures the essence of Peter Watts’ brief critical review of the latest IPCC report, followed by reaction to the report from climate science superstar Michael Mann, the media, world leaders, the “real leaders” the 0.01%, and others. When all else fails, Canadians should not lose hope because Donald Trump may save us. Really? Will this be a Pyrrhic victory? But Watts did promise us a happy ending.
Peter Watts, age 60, is a Canadian science fiction author and former marine-mammal biologist.
His article is reposted below along with minor editing changes, bulleted reformatting in places, added subheadings, and text highlighting. Alternatively, read the complete original piece, including images, on his website by clicking on the following linked title.
“They showed us why we were there: the dust zones, the drowned coastlines, the weedy impoverished ecosystems choking to death on centuries of Human effluent. They showed us archival video of the Koch lynchings, which made us feel a little better but didn’t really change anything.” – from Hotshot (a Sci-Fi novelette) by Peter Watts
Watts’ selected red flag warnings of what the latest IPCC report says —
It’s been a couple of weeks now since the IPCC report came out. You know what it says.
IPCC gives us 12 years to show results. And if we don’t pull this off?
If we don’t pull all these things off— if, for example, we only succeed in meeting the flaccid 2°C aspirations of the Paris Accords—
But why fret over a measly 2°C increase when we’re on target to blow past 3°C by century’s end
There’s no real point in worrying about a measly 2°C increase, though, because on our current trajectory we’ll blow past 3°C by century’s end (the Trump administration is predicting 4°, which is why they’re so busy dismantling whatever pitiful carbon-emission standards the US had already put into place; what’s the point of reducing profit margins if we’re headed straight for perdition no matter what we do?). We don’t really know what happens then. Methane clathrates released from a melting Arctic could turn the place into Venus, for all I know.
You probably know all this. You’ve had two weeks to internalize it; time to recoil, to internalize the numbers, to face facts.
American journalist David Wallace-Wells faced the facts in his article and was decried as defeatist
Remember last year’s New York Magazine article [The Uninhabitable Earth] by David Wallace-Wells? It came pretty close to outlining the fate we’ve made for ourselves, closer than any bureaucrat or politician has ever dared. Remember the pile-on that happened in its wake? Activists and allies all decrying the story as hyperbolic and defeatist? Remember the Hope Police insisting that we had to inspire, not doomsay?
Where are they now?
Has Climate Science superstar Michael Mann changed his tune on the IPCC report?
One of them [the Hope Police] is Michael Mann, Climate Science superstar. Back in 2017 he shat on Wallace-Wells with everyone else: “There is no need to overstate the evidence, especially when it feeds a paralyzing narrative of doom and hopelessness.” And now here he is, just a few days ago: admitting that even this stark doomsday report is “overly conservative“, that it understates the amount of warming that’s already occurred.
A prof’s paper warning of “inevitable collapse” was rejected for being “disheartening”
And Mann is still an optimist compared to, say, Prof. Jem Bendell, who argues that society is bound for inevitable collapse just a decade down the road and that we might as well start grieving now and avoid the rush. (He even wrote up a paper [Deep Adaptation: A Map for Navigating Climate Tragedy] to that effect, but the policy journal he sent it to wouldn’t publish it until he rewrote it to be less “disheartening”.)
Compared with previous releases, IPCC’s latest report is unprecedented, permitting media to “freak out”
Still. Optimistic or not, this latest report is unprecedented by IPCC standards. It effectively offers, as The Tyee points out, a simple choice between Catastrophe and Disaster. It does, as a thoroughly-vindicated Wallace-Wells proclaims, give us “permission to freak out“.
So. Are we? [Freaking out?]
Media reaction – the usual suspects say the usual things
In terms of media reaction, the usual suspects say the usual things.
What the media think doesn’t matter. What about world leaders in so-called progressive jurisdictions?
Of course, none of these folks wield any actual power. What they think doesn’t matter. What about the people who actually call the shots? How have the World’s Leaders responded to this latest 10-alarm fire, to this 12-year deadline?
And Trump? – Does he even know what the IPCC is?
And these are the progressive jurisdictions. I probably don’t have to tell you about Donald Trump’s hilarious “Instinct for Science“, which apparently allows him to dismiss the IPCC’s findings as biased even as he makes clear that he doesn’t actually know what the IPCC is.
And what about the 0.01%, the real leaders who call the shots?
And what about the world’s real leaders, the 0.01% who actually hand out marching orders to these presidents and premiers and prime ministers? Turns out they’re retaining consultants to advise them on how to prevent their personal security forces from killing them, once civilization has collapsed and their money’s no good any more. It seems to be a lot more than mere thought experiment to these people: global societal collapse seems to be their default scenario. They call it “The Event.”
Why, it’s almost as though they knew what was coming before the IPCC even tendered their report.
Meanwhile, others are looking for someone to blame (or not to blame) for the mess we’re in
To me, one of the most interesting facets of this whole clusterfuck is how eager everyone is to tell us that It’s Not Our Fault.
To which I say, Bullshit. You’re all to fucking blame whether Naomi Klein wants to let you off the hook or not.
The “Save the Planet” campaigns didn’t stand a chance
Not that I’m denying any of her arguments. They’re all true. We were certainly told— by supposed allies like Greenpeace and the PIRGs [Public Interest Research Groups], as well as more obviously-nefarious corporations and governments— that if we all just recycled and ate one meat-free meal a week, we’d be Doing Our Part to Save the Planet while BP and the Koch Brothers continued to rape the biosphere. Up here in Canada, the reigning Liberals— for all their noble rhetoric about fighting climate change— are still buying pipelines and forcing Tar Sands down our throats and subsidizing Big Oil to the tune of over three billion dollars a year; the Conservative Opposition won’t even pay mealy-mouth lip service to the issue. Down in the states both mainstream parties are sucking too hard on the corporate teat to do anything that might actually endanger the profits of their owners.
The problem is too big for individuals to fix
Individual actions can’t fix things: the very scale of the problem guarantees that institutional responses have always been necessary. All of this is true.
Watts saves his parting expletive volley for those who didn’t support alternative voices – Sanders, Nader, Jerry Brown and the Green Party
But you know what, people? There were always alternatives. You could have voted for Sanders. You could have voted Green. You could have voted for Ralph fucking Nader, when he was running. Hell, am I the only one who remembers Jerry Brown’s abortive run at the presidency, back in 1980? I still remember his announcement, the Three Priorities he laid out for his administration: 1) Protect the Environment; 2) Serve the People; and 3) Explore the Universe. That’s a damned good mission statement if you ask me. All it got him was jokes from Johnny Carson about how Jerry Brown had locked up the Grey Whale vote, and jokes from everyone else that usually revolved around the fact he was fucking Linda Ronstadt. Of course he didn’t have a chance. Of course voting for him, or Nader, or the Greens was “throwing away your vote”. None of them had a chance.
And that’s my fucking point. It’s not that no one had heard of these people. It’s not that you weren’t familiar with their platforms. You knew what they stood for and you wrote them off. You were told they were fringe, that they never stood a chance, so you went out and made it true. You voted en masse for the status quo and the corporate teat-sucklers. Now Darby and Klein and Guenther trip over themselves to let you off the hook, to blame Capitalism and Neoliberalism and its stranglehold on the groupthink of modern politics— but how did you end up with leaders who so willingly abased themselves at that altar in the first place, you ignorant shit-heads? There were always alternatives, and you saw them, and you laughed.
Sure, the Neolibs conned you. Because you wanted to be conned.
Reap the whirlwind, you miserable fuckers. May your children choke on it.
So what’s left?
We’re still hurtling towards the cliff
Every pundit on the planet is fond of pointing out that politicians can’t look beyond the next couple of election cycles— but twelve years is a couple of election cycles, more or less, and we’re still accelerating toward the cliff. Last weekend, The BUG and I talked about how we’d have to kill our cats before abandoning the house. We weren’t joking.
Watts’ personal prelude to a conclusion
And yet— in my own way, I’m right with you in The Nile. I can still laugh at The BUG’s jokes. I still watch Netflix. I lie in bed with a sore back because Minion has been sitting on my chest for an hour and I don’t have the heart to disturb her. Sure, there are fewer insects, fewer frogs, less wildlife than I remember from childhood (more pigeons, at least. More raccoons)— but the ravine across the fence is still green, the sky still blue. The tag line on this ‘crawl remains as true as ever: I’m still In Love With the Moment, because I am not starving yet, because those I love are still doing okay, because all the birds have not quite come home to roost and there’s something so indescribably wondrous about being sapient, being able to look around and wonder at the universe. There is still so much to love in the Moment.
But the second part of that line is even truer: I am scared shitless of the future. Because those birds are closer than even I allowed myself to think, and not so far from now I could be a skeleton in the background of a Mad Max movie.
If the US doesn’t self-destruct, Watts sees The Donald as Canada’s saviour. Is he kidding?
The only hope I can see lies in Donald Trump.
Don’t worry. This isn’t one of those contrarian bits of agitprop designed to provoke a reaction. I’m dead serious.
But when I speak of hope, I’m not talking about the world. I’m talking about hope for my country. I’m talking about hope for my family. Hope for maybe an extra decade or two before the ceiling crashes in. That’s the limited, desperate, end-of-need hope I pin on Trump and his enablers.
Because what do you do when your family is starving and the guys next door have food? What does any country do when drought and famine and heat waves are decimating its taxpayers while the cooler, luckier land to the north has enough— well, if not for all, at least for some? Will the governments of imploding regimes just sadly shake their heads, and— wracked with remorse for their shortsightedness— resign themselves to well-deserved apocalypse?
Of course, Canada’s hardly immune from the unfolding catastrophe (anyone from Fort McMurray could tell you that much). But we’ll still be better off than the US. Smaller temperature jumps. Less agro [agriculture] impact. Hell, our growing season could actually improve in the short term— and there’s lots of room to move north with the isotherms, even if northern soils don’t hold a candle to what we’re used to. Sorry, Inuit. You lose again.
So, yeah. If your family is starving and the house next door has food, you break in. You invade. And if the US invaded us now, we wouldn’t stand a chance. They’d Spread Democracy north of the 49th without breaking a sweat, and our pathetic little armed forces wouldn’t be able to do a damned thing about it. (Hell, the West Edmonton Mall used to have a bigger submarine fleet than the Canadian Navy; the only reason that’s not still true is because the Mall shut down their sub attraction in 2006.)
After a couple of terms of Trumpism, though, who knows?
The US is already at war with itself. It tears itself apart even as we speak: wagons circled, guns beyond counting all pointed inward. Trump and his ilk seem only too happy to spur them on. Maybe, given enough time, they’ll waste all that ammo on each other. Maybe that hypermilitary will be so busy guarding gated communities and mowing down protestors that they’ll forget to invade anyone else. Maybe— if Trump has his way— they’ll be so busy eating each other that by the time they remember us, they’ll have too many self-inflicted wounds to do much about it.
A Pyrrhic victory for Canada?
Maybe then we’ll have a fighting chance. Or maybe they’ll just leave us up here to die in peace, a few decades further down the road.
See? I told you I wasn’t out of happy endings.
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