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As you might know, the Europeans, the Asians, the Latin Americans and pretty much every other nation on earth have signed up this week to the revised version of the Kyoto Agreements. This ground-breaking international treaty commits all its signatories to reduce their emissions of carbon dioxide by 5% by 2005. Five measly per cent. To put it in context, the carbon dioxide output of a standard 100 bhp internal combustion engine has fallen by 20% over the last twenty years. This isn't exactly a huge lifestyle change. But it might make the all the difference in a warming global climate. The trouble is, that none of this makes much of a difference, because your recently elected President, George Bush, until recently the governor of a state which contains one of the world's largest oilfields, decided that the USA shouldn't sign up to this treaty. The USA, currently occupied by around 5% of the world's population, yet currently producing 25% of the world's greenhouse gases, decided that it, alone among nations, couldn't spare even the tiniest little bit. |
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Which is why I'm writing this letter, hoping to appeal above the heads of your elected leaders, to the people of the USA. You see, the point about global warming is not that summer might be a little bit hotter, nor winter a bit milder -- I'd be quite happy about that. It's that the polar ice-caps are going to melt, which will raise the sea level, which means that places which are currently not that far above sea level will be flooded. I'm writing this as an inhabitant of London, capital city of the United Kingdom. Most of my city is less than twenty feet above sea level. Particularly, my house is, at high tide, less than eight feet above the level of the Thames. If the river rises eight feet, my house will be flooded. If the river rises ten feet, I'll have to find a new house. If the river suddenly rises sixteen feet, it's really quite likely that I'll be drowned in my sleep. I don't want that to happen. Which is why I'm writing this letter. I just want to make a few things clear. I don't have any superiority complex about the USA; despite what you read, most of we Brits don't. We had our Empire, our time in the sun, now you're having yours, and we're big enough to admit you deserve it. I have no ancestors among the inbred Lords and colonial generals who taxed you without representation in the 18th century, and I think that your Revolution was one of the greatest single triumphs of the human spirit. I agree that you and your troops saved the whole world, twice, in two World Wars which had no territorial implications for you, but in which you got involved out of a pure sense of right and wrong. You guys would be surprised if you really knew how high a regard we hold you in, over here in Europe. Even the French have named one of the biggest streets in Paris after Franklin Roosevelt. This is the American century (arguably, the Second American Century), and I personally, am only too happy to admit it. I just don't want you to fucking drown me. But let me continue, because I know you guys often get wound up at the suggestion that some damn Brit is trying to tell you what to do. I'm not trying to do that, honestly I'm not. I know that your economy is important to you; it's important to the whole damn world. Everyone needs the American consumer to keep consuming. A problem for the USA is a problem for all of us. I'd just like to mention at this point, that, despite what I'm going to ask in the second half of this letter, that I'm no more a Socialist, or a "liberal" than you are. I voted for Margaret Thatcher, three times. And between you and me, I don't like the French any more than you do. I value the special relationship between our two countries, divided by a common language. I watch all your movies, and I think they're pretty good. It's just that you guys are trying to fucking kill me, and I want you to stop. This is what it all comes down to. There are four hundred million of you in America -- eight times as many of you as there are of us here in the UK. Each of you produces five times as much carbon dioxide as each of us. It's your huge great honking '98 Oldsmobiles, your Cadillacs, your air-conditioning units, your huge great sky-high neon lights. All of the miraculous things that made America great. Rock 'n' roll, apple pie, Peggy Sue and all that jazz. You make the difference. It's not about us; it's about you. You're killing us. Your cars, your music, your cities -- these are great, wonderful things. It's an amazing economy, a truly Great Society that you've created in your young continent. But the exhaust fumes of all those Caddys, the smoke from all those power station chimneys ... they're warming up the planet. They're melting the icecaps. And these things are -- no, let's be blunt, *you* are -- gradually, slowly, trying to fucking drown me. Please stop. I don't want to run you down. I don't want to pick a fight with Uncle Sam. Sure as you like, I don't want to interfere with your human rights. I just don't want to drown in my fucking bed, because of your 80-gallon freezer. This is all I'm asking, of you, the American people. I know that your leaders are never going to help, because as far as I can tell, they were bought and paid for by the oil lobby a long time ago (yes, Clinton too, Republicans and Democrats -- do you know, from a thousand miles away, it's awfully hard to tell the difference). But I'm hoping that, among the ordinary American person, there's something left of the spirit that bailed out the rest of the world in 1914 and 1939. Yep, we're asking for help again. You can drive a smaller car. Try a Volkswagen. A Fiat 500. If you want to buy American, you really ought to know that Ford and GM both make small family saloons for the European market -- demand that they sell them domestically. Make do with a 60-gallon refrigerator. Turn the air-conditioning down a notch or two -- don't you know that in the cold and rainy British climate, we pay good money to have a temperature of 75 degrees inside our houses? Ask your local congressman why you don't have a few nuclear power plants. Ask your local environmental campaigners why they're so anti-nuke when the real issue in the world is global warming -- or, ask them how much money *they've* been taking from the coal, oil and gas lobbies. I'm not asking for the world. I'm not asking America to stop being America. I'm just asking you guys not to fucking drown me. |