I don't know about you lot, but personally I couldn't give a fack. I'd much rather be slavered up to the eyeballs with factor 900 sipping fence cleaner on a beach, (or hillside, if the icecaps have washed them away) than freezing my conkers off eating whalemeat with Nanook, while his 94 year old wife is rattling around in her tent knocking up a broth of polar bears b.ollocks singing along to the Alaskan top 40.
Carbon footprint my arse, burn it all is what I say. And don't get me started on the rainforests, facking eyesores. Far better to have an ornate sculpture of a naked bint with her giblets on show, carved from Brazilian hardwood than some deseased ridden tree that's home to a family of apes. Fack em, skin the facking things, let's get back to making coats, handbags, shoes etc. Far better than seeing Dickie Attenborough with his nose up an apes arse anyway. Facking ponce, traveling the world on our TV licence whilst molesting penguins in the Galapagos Islands. Now you know why they walk funny, he's been at them for years!!!
And as for these woke tramp kants
prancing about trying to save the planet, I say to you. Go fack yourselves, myself and many like me have helped put you where you are today, paying for your education while you sit around eating lentil and mung beans, s.hitting through the eye of a needle and ending up in hospital with a panic attack because your nappies are full of crud. The very hospitals we've paid for, no less!
You see, I really don't care, I'll be kicking a ball around with Sir Bobby and drinking brush fluid with Oliver Reid and the gang while you're electrocuting yourselves in your energy saving cars, so up your b.ollocks, you heshe non binary, gender fluid facktards.