When he arrives on our shores later this month Viscount Monckton of Brenchley will be greeted as a saviour by local climate change deniers. He will be chaperoned by Ian Plimer, and Monckton’s sponsors, engineer John Smeed and his friend, retiree Case Smit,
are hoping for big things. He’s already booked on Alan Jones’s show; I’m guessing Andrew Bolt is drafting an encomium to the English lord; and it's a sure thing that The Australian
will give over its opinion pages to him.
Here's Monckton's current itinerary:
One thing’s for sure, Monckton -- the “high priest” of climate scepticism soon to tour Australia -- does not lack self-belief. His significance on the world stage is enough for him occasionally to forget himself and rewrite his biography.
He has claimed to be a member of the House of Lords
(well, he once tried to become one
), to be a Nobel Laureate
(he wrote a letter to the IPCC which won a Nobel Prize, a connection close enough for him to commission his own gold Nobel prize pin), to have single-handedly won the Falklands War (he persuaded the British Army to use germ warfare on the Argies
), and to have invented a cure for Graves’ disease, multiple sclerosis, influenza, food poisoning, and HIV
In principle, over-egging one’s qualifications ought not to invalidate one’s arguments, but why are we not surprised that his statements about climate science have been debunked as amateurish, confused and full of school-boy howlers?
But the real fun starts with his politics. Here he is three months ago in a bravura performance before the Minnesota Free Market Institute:
“So at last the communists who piled out of the Berlin Wall and into the environmental movement and took over Greenpeace ... now the apotheosis is at hand. They are about to impose a communist world government on the world.
You have a president who has very strong sympathies with that point of view. He will sign anything … in the next few weeks, unless you stop it, your president will sign your freedom, your democracy, your prosperity away forever.