…and any other issue that may get you riled up. Because it is all irrelevant if we don’t have a planet to live on. Yup, that’s right, all our problems, all our high points, all our crimes, all our achievements will be for nothing if we don’t get an agreement on climate change.

The summit in Copenhagen was a disaster. The agreement a complete farce. It would have been better to use it as toilet paper. At least then it would’ve had a purpose. Leaders like Obama and Wen Jiabao have tried to spin it as a starting point to something better. But we all know that is a load of hot air. No I am not going to make some dumb joke about CO2. This is not the time for jokes. If the planet heats up by just 2 degrees, our country is going to look more like the Sahara than the savannah. So if you want to live in a fricking tent with a bunch of camels, well, then you go ahead and make a joke. Make as many as you like. But I can guarantee that you won’t be having the last laugh. No, that will be reserved for the vulture that sits above your dying kids waiting for them to take their last breath. You’ve seen that photo. A scene that looks so removed from our everyday life. Well, we’re barrelling towards it a lot faster than you think on a choo-choo train of energy consumption and selfishness. And when I say we, I mean we: none of us will be spared. Don’t matter if you got a mansion or a billion in the bank, when there is nowt left to buy, there is nowt left to buy.

Some say the problem can’t be solved. That it is too complicated, too complex, beyond our control, fraught with intricacies that the average man can’t understand. Well, those people can bugger off to the desert too. The solutions to climate change are not beyond our reach. They just require a willingness to solve them. And that is where it all goes wrong. Our willingness is lacking. We don’t want to solve the problem. And we have elected leaders that reflect that opinion. Zuma, Lula, Obama, Brown, Wen and all the other leaders went to Copenhagen without a mandate. They went to Copenhagen knowing their nations don’t really want to solve climate change. Knowing the people of the world don’t really want to do the hard yards and fix the problem. We’d rather party now and pay later. Who really cares if our kids live in a desert? Camels make nice pets.

P.S. To my gay bros in Uganda, the WC2010 dudes, Schabir, you know I love you. I was just trying to make a point. Gareth Cliff, you’re still a cock.

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  • David Smith is a world famous artist and a British Olympic hammer thrower. He is a curler for Scotland and Manitoba. A pro wrestler fondly known as the British Bulldog. A Canadian economist and a Mormon missionary they call the Sweet Singer of Israel. He is a British historian and a bishop. David Smith is the biographer of HG Wells, a professor of physics, a composer and a music teacher at Yale. He played rugby for Samoa, England and New Zealand. He created the Melissa worm, a deadly computer virus. He is the Guardian's man in Africa, he starred in a reality TV show and shot his way to silver in the 600m military rifle prone position at the 1920 Summer Olympics in Antwerp. But this isn't that David Smith. This is the blog of the other David Smith. David J Smith. The one from Durban by the Sea. The one who lives in Amsterdam. Yes, him. The David Smith who likes to write about himself in the third person. To learn about all the other David Smiths: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Smith To contact this David Smith: [email protected]

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David Smith is a world famous artist and a British Olympic hammer thrower. He is a curler for Scotland and Manitoba. A pro wrestler fondly known as the British Bulldog. A Canadian economist and a Mormon...

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