Another Earth Day is upon us, which means a fresh round of sanctimonious “fossil fuels and capitalism are killing the planet” BS from rich liberals tweeting on iPhones from their private jets en route to one of their many mansions. Sen. Elizabeth Warren is among Dems all over the Earth Day lectures.
Check out how Dances with Identity Fraud is putting an Earth Day spin on the BP spill and trying to make it about Trump:
That’s not the touting of liberal regulatory prowess Warren thinks it is. When the BP spill happened, the Democrats already had full control of Congress AND the White House for nearly a year-and-a-half. But sure, let’s blame the guy who didn’t even take office until almost seven years later.
Also, the Animas River spill didn’t happen under Trump and the Republicans — it happened during the regulation-happy EPA under Obama. Take your “shilling for the regulatory genius of the bloated bureaucracy” shtick back to the teepee, Fauxcahontas.
On a related note, this cracked me up this morning: EPA chief Scott Pruitt’s Earth Day observance might be enough to hospitalize triggered liberals:
Pass the smelling salts, Leo!
Just for fun, here’s a portion of something I wrote for Earth Day a few years ago. I think it still holds up:
Why am I so grumpy about Earth Day yet again this year? Because I don’t like being preached to about what I should be doing, especially when I already do it. For starters, in my house, we celebrate Earth Day every day, like no doubt many of you do. How so? We don’t leave lights on in rooms that nobody is in. We keep the thermostat fairly low (mostly because I’m usually too hot). We carpool when possible. We don’t waste gas. We pick up trash when we’re out walking. We volunteer to clean up the river walk, and we plant trees because we like trees — not because we’ve fooled ourselves into believing that planting trees is our noble contribution towards helping make Al Gore’s mansions carbon-neutral.
As such, I tend to get a little put off when being preached to by mega-hypocrites who swim in their own heated pools, travel in private jets, play sports under bright lights at night, heat cavernous homes they’re not even living in for months at a time, trash national monuments when celebrating politicians who are going to save the environment, and ride in limo caravans to speeches where they tell the rest of us how our pickup trucks, lawn mowers, hamburgers and 75-watt light bulbs are killing the planet. I mean… F**K. YOU.
Here’s another reason I won’t participate in Earth Day celebrations: I refuse to acknowledge, symbolically or otherwise, that electricity and fuel — and the generation and refining thereof — is the problem and that civilization can be saved by turning itself into North Korea for any length of time.
The harnessing and generation of electricity are among the greatest discoveries ever. It’s helped make the world safer and more sanitary. Electricity runs the equipment that is used to make the medicine that saves lives. It runs the cameras, televisions and computers that allow us to see evils that are being perpetuated around the world that we might not have otherwise known about. And fossil fuels, an energy source that there is currently no substitute for when it comes to powering the masses, will remain a necessity for the wellbeing of the human race no matter how many times progressives click their heels together three times while repeating “There’s no place like Solyndra… There’s no place like Solyndra…” We should be celebrating electricity and fuel instead of pretending it’s some sort of cancer that needs to be cut out of our lives. Notice I said “our” lives, meaning the “regular” people — the rich eco-hypocrites, who will of course still fly on private jets and own multiple mansions, have no intention of ever living by their own proposed rules.
I’ll say this though: The co-founder of Earth Day wasn’t a hypocrite, at least when it comes to composting.