You’re going to save Earth, Greta? That’s nice, dear. Now go and play
Greta Thunberg is selling a lifestyle for the wealthy that the rest of us will never be able to afford
I don’t understand all this fuss about Greta Thunberg, the 16-year-old who’s sailing to America on a zero-emissions yacht (well, anything’s better than flying United).
The left hangs on her every word; the right can’t stand her. Why? She’s just a kid. Because I’m an adult, I have absolutely no interest in what children have to say about anything, even if I agree with them. If Greta told me the moon was made of cheese, I wouldn’t say, “wow, tell me more!” or lose my temper, I’d just say, “that’s nice dear” and suggest she go and play outside.
I might be old-fashioned, but so is Greta. Has it only occurred to me that Miss Thunberg is essentially a girl guide zipping off around the world, collecting badges? I did all that stuff when I was a boy, too. We were forever going on nature rambles and learning the names of trees, and I could do more things with a pen knife than was strictly healthy. The only difference is that my scout troop never sailed to America because no newspaper round on Earth could’ve paid for it...