In case you weren't aware, there's a research vessel currently trapped in ice around Antarctica. For most people, the salient thought would be "well, I'm glad they're in good spirits and I hope they get out of this situation safely." But apparently, the Wall Street Journal saw this as a great opportunity to troll the ever-loving shit out of the rest of us.
From the Wall Street Journal:
Reporting on the environmental movement has always required a certain sense of humor. And now we have an expedition launched in part to study the melting of Antarctic ice sheets that has been trapped since Christmas in ice so thick that rescue attempts have failed to reach the frozen vessel.
Oh yeah, those wacky climate scientists, braving the harshest conditions on Earth out of concern for the damage we might be doing to it as a species. YOU SO CRAY-CRAY, SCIENCE!
Fortunately, the article manages to cut through all the noise and get to the heart of what's important here: pontificating!
And the helicopters and ships participating in the next rescue attempt aren't powered by renewable-energy credits.
You know, there's something to be said about balancing the expectations of renewable energy with the realities of the supply and distribution. There are certain things that only liquid, combustible fuel is capable of powering. And batteries have a long way to go before they can match the storage capacity and convenience of liquid and gaseous fuel. But I don't think wanting to increase our share of energy derived from renewable sources necessitates fucking solar powered helicopters. Even if we would still need to use fossil fuels for 50% of our energy needs, that doesn't mean it isn't worth the effort. It doesn't mean that increasing the share of renewable energy won't be beneficial.
But obviously that's not the issue here. It's not about the international cooperation, the ability of people to come together and support each other in a time of crisis, or the triumph of the human spirit. It's about finding an excuse to grind your axe (using a coal-powered grinding wheel, of course).
Too bad the ships and helicopters don't run on guns... then we wouldn't be allowed to talk about it until the Second Coming of Charlton Heston.