(SA, my story to you has got split into sections due to problems I’ve been having. Here’s the conclusion; I’m still talking with the City lads…)
“How long before an ice-free summer in the Arctic?” I asked. They looked vague. “Come on,” I said, “you said finance was making enough investment; how long before the ice has all gone?”
“Dunno. Not in my lifetime” he grunted.
“Between fifteen and thirty-five years” I said.
Shock. Sheer, uncomprehending shock; the expression was clear on their faces. They didn’t know!
“That’s not modelling” I said while I had their attention, “that’s just observations. You can see the line, see the reduction year on year; anyone can see it heading for zero. The measurements are all public; check them for yourselves.”
They went back to taking the piss, but it was nervousness now; the bravado had gone. I bid them well and continued after the procession.
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SA, don’t give up! We might fail, but we’re sure to fail if we don’t try. People’s minds can be changed. There are hundreds of ways to rebel, just by speaking to people, by refusing to let matters rest for the sake of politeness, by telling your boss that you refuse to do something the destructive way, by joining your local XR samba band and making a noise outside your local authority, or just by getting some stickers and putting them up around the office to get people talking.
“This is where despair ends and tactics begin” – Banksy.