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My book Lights Out takes its title from a famous observation by Sir Edward Grey, the British Foreign Secretary, as he looked out of his window at London at dusk on the eve of the Great War:
Lights Out is about free speech (you can order personally autographed copies here, or the new eBook version at Amazon et al), and thus relevant to my current battles against the Big Climate enforcers. But let us not forget that the warm-mongers literally want the lights out. At 8.30pm tonight in my corner of New Hampshire, we are supposed to extinguish every blazing bulb and sit in the dark for "Earth Hour". Most of my neighbors seem to turn in around 8pm, so it won't be noticeably different out there.
My favorite Earth Hour of recent years was spent in London in March 2011. At the appointed hour, I sauntered down Piccadilly, but that brilliant thoroughfare was dark and all but deserted, because so-called "anarchists" (an odd term for pro-government welfare-funded thugs) had cheerfully spent the afternoon firing fireworks into knots of startled shoppers (including young children) who hadn't expected the coppers to lose control quite so easily, and smashing windows not just of the Ritz but off humdrum sandwich chains, before proceeding to Trafalgar Square, where they set fires, lobbed bottles and desecrated my old pal Boris Johnson's 2012 Olympic Clock.
Was this London's all-time greatest "Earth Hour" or what? Massive disruption of commercial activity (doubtless heartening to the famously anti-consumerist eco-Prince of Wales) and normally glittering storefronts darkened except for the reflected glow of burning garbage. If Earth Hour is indeed a celebration of "ignorance, poverty and backwardness", then all three made great strides in London that day.
Light 'em up!
SAD FOOTNOTE #1: Tim Blair calls last year's Earth Hour the Johnny No Mates of climate activism.
SAD FOOTNOTE #2: Will the Brampton, Ontario Fire Department be reprising this helpful advice:
from Seasons of Steyn, March 28, 2015
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