Ne'er Shed A Clout Till May Is Out

A few years ago in England the winters were getting warmer and the summers wetter, and the seasons seemed to be melting into one. At that time, the global warming alarmists seemed to have a good point. It seemed possible than the sinful excess of humanity and its inability to recycle its own waste was causing damage to the whole of creation.
However, the last few years have seen a return to proper winters. Snow has become frequent again and temperatures below zero are becoming common once more.
This month we have seen snow and ice.
It has been cold, but by no means exceptionally cold. It has dipped a degree or two below zero, feeling a little colder because of the high winds.
However, the alarmists, having been discredited with their global warming scare, now seek to frighten us with talk of  Climate Change.
Climate Change is one of those terms like Emotional Abuse that can mean absolutely anything.
The alarmists talk of Extreme Weather.
Well, I've yet to see any extreme weather round here. I've seen nothing that I didn't see forty years ago.
Indeed, even further back, in the fourteenth century we had huge problems with global cooling. The fourteenth century was a time of famine, war and plague in Northern Europe, and the drop in temperature caused no end of difficulties. It was a century of cooling, and the cooling had nothing to do with humanity.
Forty years ago the Jehovah's Witnesses liked to warn us of impending global catastrophe with every earthquake, hurricane or blizzard.
Now they are being put out of business by the miserabilists who see wickedness everywhere, and the alarmists in the Vichy press.
Climate Change is a joke.  Modern day Greens are Jehovah's Witnesses gone mainstream.
Yet those who see wickedness in every act of affirmation are perilously close to wrecking England's energy supplies.
Coal, with its grim proletarian connotations, has been declared anathema. Wind farms which destroy countless birds and bats (for their own ecological good) will soon spread throughout the land, driving us mad with their low level hum, while we huddle together covered by blankets, wearing three pairs of socks, four sweaters, and a couple of coats for good measure.