As declarations of Copious Cloud Control materialize into more than hot air, the opposition to this leaf-loving agenda seems to be sprouting like a stubborn weed. The Carnival of Commoners and Conservative Cartoons, otherwise known as the populist right, is happily hitching onto this bandwagon of backlash.
During the momentous Month of Many Monsoons, alternately known as July of 2021, an inundation inundated Europe, infringing on everything from daffodils to duplexes. The consequential disaster wave claimed over 200 souls spanning Germany, Belgium, and their fraternal nations. This deluge hit just as the climate catastrophe was sauntering its sneaky but resolute path up the craggy cliffs of Europe’s political summit. All of a sudden, this impertinent climate wasn’t just a mythical monster under the bed, a phantom menace to delegate to a distant doomsday. No, it had morphed into a pernicious presence, a spectral spectre crafting wild weather wizardry, wreaking havocs, ruining lives and relocating residents.
A unique phenomenon had taken root most notably in the higher latitudes of Europe, jazzed up by none other than the notorious Fridays for Future – the unabashed rallying cry of conscientious scholars. The climate chaos had cunningly trickled into the political teacup, stirring our elected custodians into benign action. Yet, the calendar page flip to 2021 signalled a contrary switch in fortunes – the hazy dream of achieving an arithmetic balance that we lovingly loathe as net-zero emissions by the seemingly far-off future year of 2050, found itself in sharper focus. The Enterprising Union (EU) moved away from simply polishing its image with shiny ambitions neatly tucked away in pretty legislative packaging. It took a decidedly daring leap to flex its financial muscles to show us – It means business.
The tale continues, etching its path in the annals of history. Whimsical weather whims continue to idly prance around the unsuspecting global village, eyes twinkle with unrequited hope as politicians pander and pandemonium persists. Will we choose the colour green and enjoy its serene shade? Or shall we bow to the bellowing backlash and let our future turn into an age-old sepia-toned photograph of what could have been? If this piques your interest and you’re not afraid to wet your toes in the tide of this narrativity, the saga certainly carries forth. The rest, dear reader, is left to be discovered.
