Earth’s climate has entered the state of chaos I have been predicting since the publication of Nature’s End in 1984. The terrible fires predicted on the west coast in that book started to happen this year, and the great midwestern drought will inevitably follow, when I cannot tell. But with arctic temperatures soaring beyond all expectation, even beyond belief, it must happen. With it will come reduced grains production and, quite possibly, for the first time in American history, food shortages.
Right now, another "mini superstorm" is about to strike New England and western Europe is enduring its coldest winter in centuries. This is due to the fact that arctic melt has damaged the current flows in the Atlantic Ocean, exactly as predicted by the Master of the Key and in Superstorm. This spring is likely to bring extraordinarily violent weather to the northern hemisphere, and the fall could see hurricanes very much like last year.
And yet I am at this point a complete outsider, ignored by the mainstream and beset by trolls and liars. This website has lost about half of its subscriber base because of our stance on climate change. In fact, as it has become obvious that I have been right from the beginning, I have seen not more acceptance but more hostility.
But I’ve known for a long time that the surest way to becoming a pariah in this world is to tell the truth.
I just wish to God that it wasn’t such a hard truth. I cannot blame people for preferring to embrace the lies of the climate change deniers. Because of the lack of leadership, we feel helpless and that makes us want to just hide our heads in the sand. The most awful part of it is that we are far from helpless, and if there had been good leadership, starting in the United States and starting about 20 years ago, we would not be in this situation. Even as matters stand, there are things we could do to make the situation far less dangerous than it is.
Instead, we prefer to embrace leaders who lie for short-term gain and do nothing. Not even those who recognize the danger have been very helpful. Barack Obama had eight years to declare war on climate change and he did nothing. Now Donald Trump openly lies about it.
It is an awful thing for me to be with children, to see them running around and happy, and to know what will happen to them, and hard indeed to listen to friends pontificating about how global warming isn’t real and snickering at me because we’ve had such a cold winter.
Worse, I can’t possibly enter the political arena, which I would like to do. The press would drown me in rectal probe jokes. They are all so very politically correct, but not when it comes to me. Rape is not a joke, except for me. My rape is hilarious.
How ironic that the only public person to succeed in making contact with another intelligence–whatever the hell it is–would be scorned as a liar and a fool and derided.
I have always told the truth. I have succeeded in creating a remarkable relationship with the visitors that could be truly a priceless tool for mankind. In this sense, I am the richest man in the world. How ironic that this very treasure also impoverishes me and renders me helpless in the face of a looming catastrophe that I understand clearly but am powerless to prevent.