As Cop 30 grinds to a lamentable end, the indigenous peoples of the Amazon will return to their previous lives and the townsfolk of Belém will return to a life blighted by a stinking river due to lack of a decent sewerage network and no doubt some fun memories of the time in which the world’s virtue-signalling luvvies and celebrities descended on their town. No doubt, many local powerbrokers’ and hospitality honchos’ bank balances will be looking a lot healthier following the global climate conference, but alas the only difference on the ground will be the vast scar across the Amazon where ten thousand trees were ripped out to make a four-lane highway for the elites to drive in air-conditioned comfort in their limos to the conference halls, where they lectured the rest of us about carbon restraint.

Cop 30 is so named because it is the thirtieth annual ‘Conference of the Parties’ committed to tackling so-called ‘global warming’. Perhaps one day some bright student will do his or her thesis on the contrast between the billions – it must be close to a trillion by now – of dollars splurged on these events and the actual emissions reduced because of them. Or more importantly, the actual emissions generated because of them.

With any luck Australia will win the next Cop 31, having pitched Adelaide as the ideal destination. We say hopefully because then Australians might see for themselves just what an obscenity these junkets are. Nothing quite sticks in the craw like seeing two billion of your hard-earned tax dollars being splurged on tinpot dictators, befuddled princes and washed-up celebrities quaffing champagne, Coffin Bay oysters and the Barossa’s finest wines at your expense while your own business goes bankrupt because of unaffordable energy.

In essence, the Cop meetings are pure globalist socialist propaganda used to promote the massive fraud of the renewables industry, a global corporate grift built on siphoning off endless ‘climate change’ subsidies from the helpless taxpayers of – largely – the Anglosphere. Simultaneously, a vast transfer of guilt-laden wealth from developed to less-developed countries takes place in the name of combatting the fraud of ‘rising sea levels’ and ‘extreme weather events’. The evidence of such sea-level rises? Well, UN Secretary-General Antonio Guterres once posed for the cover of Time magazine (once a reputable magazine but alas no longer) standing in the shallows of a South Pacific lagoon with his trousers rolled up. No such photo opportunities for Guterres at Belém, although perhaps he could pose in front of the four-lane highway that decimated the forest or, even better, he could stand in one of Belém’s sewage-laden canals with his trousers rolled up.

With any luck, Chris Bowen will host the next jamboree in the company of the likes of Simon Holmes a Court to remind voters of just what hypocrites and charlatans Labor and the Teals really are.

Libs, heroes and villains

As we go to print, the Liberal party have emerged from their marathon five-hour session debating what any sensible person can solve in five minutes flat: it’s time to abandon net zero.

Still to come is a meeting between the Nationals leadership team and the Liberal party leadership team to determine a final position.

According to media reports, 28 of the Liberal MPs came out against net zero, 17 were in favour of retaining net zero and four were ‘unclear’. How one can be ‘unclear’ on something so fundamental and simplistic yet still expect the electorate to put their faith in you is equally ‘unclear’.

The identities of the 17 who spoke in favour of net zero did not come as a surprise. These are those this magazine normally describes as ‘bed-wetters’ and it is hard not to dismiss them as either climate fools or renewables shills.

But may we take this opportunity to applaud the heroic 28: Alex Antic, Leah Blyth, Slade Brockman, Cameron Caldwell, Michaelia Cash, Claire Chandler, Jessica Collins, Jonathan Duniam, Garth Hamilton, Andrew Hastie, Alex Hawke, Sarah Henderson, James McGrath, Melissa McIntosh, Ted O’Brien, Matt O’Sullivan, Tony Pasin, James Paterson, Henry Pike, Jacinta Nampijinpa Price, Ben Small, Dean Smith, Angus Taylor, Phil Thompson, Aaron Violi, Andrew Wallace, Rick Wilson and Terry Young. Future generations will thank you.