And You Thought His Mondays Were Bad
Sir Bob enters the running for the Order of the Moon Bat today with the proclamation that we will all be dead in seventeen years. Or did he actually say that? Note that this is the Daily Star Sunday, which is only read by budgies and other shut-ins*:
Sir Bob, 61, based his miserable prediction on the effects of climate change.
“The world can decide in a fit of madness to kill itself,” he told a group of youngsters at a summit in Johannesburg, South Africa.
A group of youngsters is not the usual audience for nuanced arguments, so perhaps Sir Bob was simply painting in broad strokes.
The former Boomtown Rats singer also warned “the next war will not be a World War One or a World War Two, it will be the end.”
This is demonstrably silly, and not because the names “World War One” and “World War Two” have already been taken. There have been about 229 wars since WWII, and most of them were horrific and accomplished nothing remotely footnote-worthy, but none of them looked anything like “the end” unless you happened to be standing in one of them. For the rest of us comfortable first worlders–which apparently includes Sir Bob–they have already been forgotten. Still, I am going to chalk this up–not to moon battery–but to general ignorance.
He added: “We may not get to 2030. We need to address the problem of climate change urgently.”
The Star is coupling this sentence with the previous one in order to heighten the dramatic sense of doom, what with everyone dying of wars and now environmental catastrophe. But this just seems like run-of-the-mill hyperbole, and only half at that. The notion that climate change needs to be address “urgently” is fairly centrist, and will be confirmed by almost anyone who has spent the last fifty years watching the Atlantic Ocean creep up their back yard (as I did until I sold the house last year, so now it is someone else’s problem and I do not care.).
Sir Bob is best-known for his attempts in helping to fight famine in Africa, staging Live Aid at Wembley Stadium in 1985.
Close but not quite. Almost anything associated with Live Aid seems pretty loony today, considering that some of the money apparently went to fund genocide, but at the time they had reasonable expectations that it might accomplish something. If he starts organizing Live Aid II then I will revisit this.
He finished his speech by apologising for being “bloody miserable”, but added: “just get on with it”.
This proves little about Sir Bob, but for a moment I had the peculiar feeling I was finishing up an article in The Onion, so perhaps those people read The Star.
Sir Bob is off the hook for the nonce, and I think I am going to make it a general rule that comments to children do not count as evidence of feather-headedness. Even The Star gets off as nothing worse than a standard sensationalist rag.
* Also: fish-and-chips.**
** Also: Yours Truly