Ladies and gentlemen, let us speak plainly, as one must when confronting the serpentine coils of ideological self-deception. Mark Carney, the erstwhile banker turned climate evangelist, has the audacity to declare China “sincere” in its climate efforts. Sincere? That’s not just naive; it’s a willful blindness so profound it borders on the pathological—a refusal to stare at the unyielding facts of reality, lest they shatter the fragile edifice of one’s moral superiority. In the grand theatre of global virtue-signalling, Carney plays the enlightened patriarch, chaining Canada’s industries to the altar of carbon austerity while tipping his cap to the dragon belching coal smoke across the Pacific. It’s a performance as risible as it is ruinous, and it demands we call it what it is: elite hypocrisy dressed in the robes of compassion, sacrificing the working man’s future on the pyre of political expediency.
Consider the arithmetic, that cold, impartial arbiter of truth which Carney and his ilk so conveniently sidestep. Canada, that vast northern expanse of forests and fortitude, accounts for a mere 1.4% of global greenhouse gas emissions.
Our total output in 2023 hovered at 694 megatons of CO2 equivalent—a drop in the atmospheric ocean. Even if we slashed it to zero tomorrow, through some cataclysmic self-flagellation of economic suicide, the global impact would register as a whisper: less than a 0.24% dent in the emissions ledger dominated by behemoths like China and the United States. As one inconvenient truth lies bare, halving Canada’s footprint would be akin to chipping 12.5 cents off a million-dollar debt—heroic in gesture, negligible in effect, and devastating in cost to every farmer, factory worker, and family scraping by under Trudeau’s suffocating quotas.
Yet Carney, from his perch of untouchable influence, preaches restraint for us while praising the sincerity of a regime that laughs at such pieties.Now, pivot to China, that colossus of contradiction Carney deems so earnest. They command over 33% of global CO2 emissions—12.7 billion tons in 2022 alone, a figure that swelled marginally into 2024 despite the greenwashing fanfare.
Sincere? Tell that to the smokestacks. In 2024, China kicked off construction on 94.5 gigawatts of new coal-fired power plants—the highest pace in a decade—while resuming 3.3 gigawatts of previously stalled projects.
That’s not sincerity; that’s a furious expansion of fossil-fueled fury, enough capacity to power entire provinces while the rest of the world genuflects at COP summits. And India? Another offender, Carney’s selective amnesia, overlooks, ramping up coal to feed its booming billions. These are the true titans of the emissions game, not plucky Canada with our 38 million souls and our endless boreal blanket.
But here’s the deeper rot, the psychological underbelly: this isn’t mere error; it’s a flight from responsibility into the arms of chaos. Carney’s comments aren’t born of ignorance—they’re a symptom of the elite’s grand delusion, where one postures as saviour while outsourcing the sin. He shackles Canadian oil sands and steel mills, inflating food prices by over 300% and dooming millions to shiver through winters without heat, all in the name of a “crisis” the math merrily debunks.
Meanwhile, China’s coal boom chugs on, unmolested by the UN’s stern finger-wagging. It’s the classic archetype of the overreaching intellectual: blind to the shadow of his own projections, demanding sacrifice from the virtuous while excusing the villains. As Peterson might intone, to live in such deceit is to court the devouring mother of resentment—resentment from the trucker who can’t afford diesel, the logger whose mill closes, the parent rationing groceries amid Carney’s carbon crusade.
And oh, the math! It doesn’t merely fail to support a crisis; it positively mocks it. Mother Nature, that ancient wisdom Carney presumes to outsmart, has already tilted the scales in our favour. Roughly three trillion trees grace this blue marble, with a voracious capacity to convert 65 billion tons of carbon annually—dwarfing humanity’s paltry 35 billion tons of emissions by a surplus of over 30 billion tons each year.
Per person? Each of us is shadowed by 422 arboreal sentinels, absorbing 16,000 tons of carbon against our 4-5 ton footprint—a 15,984-ton surplus that renders human contributions a laughable 0.00000005% of the global tally. Canada, with our 600,000 square kilometres of forest devouring CO2 like a verdant vacuum, isn’t just neutral; we’re a net creditor. The world owes us—for every acre of taiga that’s greening the planet, for every CO2 molecule fattening leaves and forests in a reforestation renaissance spurred by that “pollutant” gas. As empirical evidence underscores, planetary vegetation has surged 20% in the last three decades, thanks to elevated CO2 levels—settled science that alarmists conveniently forget while flogging us with fairy tales of doom.
Worse still are the models Carney genuflects before—those digital diviners of disaster that can’t even hindcast yesterday’s weather, let alone prophesy tomorrow’s. Nobel laureate John Clauser calls the man-made crisis a “hoax,” lambasting models for ignoring clouds’ cooling embrace, a stabilizing force they dismiss like inconvenient kin.
Historical ice cores from Greenland reveal an Earth in gradual cooldown over 10,000 years, with fluctuations far wilder than our mild modern thaw—yet we base policy on 40 years of satellite snapshots? It’s like predicting a millennium’s monsoon from last Tuesday’s drizzle. And the track record? A parade of pratfalls: Al Gore’s melting ice caps by 2010 (they’ve since grown to record levels); 1970s ice-age hysteria when CO2 was blamed for cooling; 1980s sea-level Armageddon that drowned no Maldives atolls. These aren’t forecasts; they’re fiascos, cherry-picked to fuel the fear machine.
Climate models are like that ex who swears it’ll change this time—charming in theory, catastrophic in practice.”Carney’s “sincerity” schtick? It’s the BP carbon-footprint scam reborn: a 2004 sleight-of-hand by Big Oil to shift blame from refineries to your minivan, double-dipping stats to guilt-trip the gullible while raking in billions.
Today, it’s elites like him peddling electric virtue-vehicles—$98,000 Teslas powered by coal-guzzling battery plants, their lithium ponds in South America poisoning ecosystems and dropping migratory birds from the sky like feathered confetti. Not green? Hell, it’s a toxic farce, exporting emissions to Congo’s child-mined cobalt pits while Carney jets to Davos.
This sanctimony ends when we reclaim the truth: Climate change is weather’s eternal dance, not humanity’s apocalypse. Carney’s not stupid—he’s complicit, a high priest in the cult of control, fattening billionaires on carbon credits while we freeze and starve. Canada, stand tall: Our forests forgive the world’s sins; we owe no apologies to hypocrites abroad. Demand better, or watch the elites burn it all down in their name of “sincerity.”
The math doesn’t lie. Will you?
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