The intense and consuming stupidity of George Monbiot

There is an intense and consuming stupidity within almost everything George Monbiot writes, the lumpen prose devoid of both doubt and humour. Doubt and humour are blood brothers, of course – and enemies of the kind of bovine certitude which Monbiot peddles, a cacophony of privately educated green tinged nepo leftism to which the majority of the country is rightly averse.

I mention the chauve souris de la lune because he wrote a piece in the only publication which can stomach his idiocies, the Guardian, suggesting that my article about Glastonbury last week was – I think I’ve got this right – the beginning of a process to actually nuke Glasto and all the people at the festival. And that I was hiding behind humour. The real point of the piece, which Monbiot, being thick, missed was to contrast the two opposing views of ‘Glasto’ – the BBC’s view, which is that it is the country ‘coming together’ and the widespread views of recusants who believe it to be a convocation of hugely irritating people whose views are not shared by the majority. For Monbiot, though, it was simply an opportunity to peddle a lie that I thought nuking Glasto might not be a bad idea, all things considered. But then, of course, if you are unable to respond like a normal being to humour, you are unlikely to understand very much at all.

Incidentally, I am still waiting for that absurd woman from Brighton to be charged with wasting police time.