The Story Beneath the Climate Story — "A Half-Truth Is the Worst of All Lies Because It Can Be Defended in Partiality."

Most of the lies hollowing out our world contain some distorted kernel of truth — they often only become lies as they are stripped of their broader context and bent to fit a dominant narrative. As ancient Greek philosopher Solon once said, “A half truth is the worst of all lies because it can be defended in partiality.” 

There's no better example of this than the nonsensical climate propaganda that has been relentlessly pushed onto society by our academic institutions, by the media, and by our political elite. In this article I am going to share a few heretical examples from my new book (Plunderers of the Earth (link to Amazon.com#Commissions Earned)) to illustrate how cartoonish oversimplifications about our ever-changing climate are not only wholly wrong despite containing kernels of truth, but that by flooding the world with this false narrative we have become blind to a much larger and much more complex story unfolding right beneath our feet, with profound implications for the future of our civilization.

Let's start with some of the easy stuff on our way towards the bigger underlying story.

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When the world is burning, the hardest thing of all is to resist the paralyzing urge to fixate on the flames. Somewhere in between the two extremes of either burying one’s head in the sand or losing oneself in outrage at the senselessness of it all lies the middle path that is forged by focusing our energies on the things within our control.  

Even the myths passed down to us by our forefathers warn us about this — as the wicked biblical cities of Sodom and Gomorrah were engulfed in fiery destruction, Lot and his family were saved because they kept their eyes on the path that led them away from the chaos. But as they fled, Lot's wife turned to look back at the infernal cities as they were consumed by a rain of burning sulfur and was promptly transformed into a pillar of salt.

In 2022, my wife and I put the bright lights of Ottawa in our rearview mirror and moved back to our familiar stomping grounds near the family farm in B.C.’s North Okanagan region. After ejecting the furry four-legged rodents infesting our new walls, renovating to remove all traces of their destruction, updating the building, and bringing order to all the chaos that comes with settling into a new home and a new life, I finally recovered the headspace to write. 

I expected my first writing project to keep me “offline” for a couple of months, but as the tangled threads of the story I set out to tell grew ever more complex, a few months quickly turned into two years.