https://quadrant.org.au/opinion/doomed-planet/2019/08/the-tear-stained-flogs-of-climate-science/
“Uncontrollable weeping, depression, wee hours angst, kiddie stories that can only be read by the cognoscenti as portents of global doom — such is the lot of elite climateers. Yet they struggle on in their misery, alerting a dying and heedless world to the peril only they can see and, of course, their dire need for more grants and funding.”
Climate scientists of the apocalyptic persuasion are melting faster than Greenland ice sheets. They sob, they rage, they suffer from what shrinks now call “environmental melancholia” or “pre-traumatic stress disorder” — mental anguish about stuff that hasn’t happened. They just can’t understand why the public – i.e. the befuddled Australian electorate – laughs off computer-generated scenarios of the end of civilisation and, maybe, the end of the human species.
The doyen of Australia’s rising catastrophists, Dr Joelle Gergis, disclosed to August’s edition of The Monthly how she sobs about the climate peril during her kerosene-fuelled air travel.[1] Then she switches to “volcanically-explosive rage” because the hoi polloi don’t want to pay for windmill electricity fantasies.
Environmental scientist Dr Katharine Wilkinson is quoted by Mother Jones (circ. 200,000): “For some, it’s anger or rage. For me, it’s deep grief… There is no way for me not to have a broken heart most days.” At a recent panel discussion, she blurted, “I have no child and I have one dog, and thank God he’ll be dead in 10 years.”
Senior weepniks include Yvo de Boer, former Executive Secretary of the UN group controlling the IPCC. Running the Bali UN climate summit, he had to be led off the podium in tears after losing a procedural motion “as he worked round the clock to get a deal to protect the Earth from warming.”
The scientists’ pals in the media have got infected too: “Eric Holthaus, a meteorologist turned journalist, has written about his own efforts to contend with climate-change–induced depression: ‘It’s only getting worse. I confess: I need help.”