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#760* – Lord MonKip of Rannoch Underling or EUkip Meets Marty Feldman!

Posted by Greg Lance - Watkins (Greg_L-W) on 11/12/2009

#760* – Lord MonKip of Rannoch Underling or EUkip Meets Marty Feldman!
Clean EUkip up NOW & make UKIP electable!
The corruption of some of EUkip’s leadership, their anti UKIP claque & the NEC is what gives the remaining 10% a bad name!

The 3rd. Viscount Christopher Lord MonKip of Rannoch Underling or EUkip Meets Marty Feldman & Graves Disease! Not the only Grave Misfortune Shared!
Hi,
when I first saw the picture and below it the comment that he had just joined EUkip Iit took me back to many an hilarious 3 hour breakfast at Sands in New Bond Street, always in the company of one of the cities fairest who were somewhat to my chagrin willing to get up inordinately long before luncheon either at Derry’s roof, the Handsome Cab in Kensington, La Biciclette or The Elizabethan in Ebury Street, Take Five at Harrods, Benny’s or The Roman Room The Cobblers or The Bells on The Kings Road or the like.

The motivation was often meeting with Marty Feldman it was during the time he worked with the Monty Python ‘crew’!

Well for a moment it seemed like time had stood still but poor old Marty is long dead having died of a heart attack in 1982 aged only 48 in Mexico City.

Marty & The Viscount MonKIP as Richard so aptly christened him have the misfortune to share Graves Disease a product of a hyper active thyroid giving rise to exophthalmos, though Marty capitalised on his pop eyed look Christopher MonKIP has found it does tend to undermine his credibility but he will feel at home in EUkip with so many other swivel eyed loons!!

It is hardly surprising that this Old Harrovian who after his degree Course at Churchill Cambridge in Classics and then a diploma in journalism at Cardiff before starting work with the Yorkshire Post then via The Evening Standard to The Telegraph Magazine before being poached by Margaret Thatcher.

Chris MonKIP is not alone in his family, his son in law being Dominic Lawson he is thus related to Nigel Lord Lawson of Thatcher’s Cash, as a refusenik of the flat earth Warmists who without adequate Fact or scientific evidence have between hockey sticks cobbled together the most crass of global warming theories as their New World Order Globalist Religion with about as much sound provenance and determination to ignore reason as most religions arriving in opposition to the equally dogmatic and arcane concept of extremist Islam each competing with the other as to which can be the least supported by Fact and the most abusive of human freedoms.

My Thanks to The Flat Earth Warmist High Priest George Monbiot for the photo.

I incline to absolutely no surprise that EUkip find themselves with this out of control loose cannon with a theory on everything and soundly presented fact on most. That he is with EUkip may well be in no small part that he happens to live on Loch Rannoch in Perthshire and a neighbour of Malcolm Lord Pearson of Rannoch!

I feel that EUkip may well find in MonKIP they have a tiger by the tail and his outspoken views will be hard to control but it is no bad thing to have a self publicist with something to say to rival Farage’s ever increasingly jaded performances. I do wonder however what the relevance of Climate Change to EUkip might be so it is now the Islamaphobic, Climategaters of Zionism or some such but is there any room left between the egos for the task for which they were elected LEAVING THE EU!

We have been made all too well aware of Pearson’s ineptitude in debate and his ability as a speeker leaves much to be desired. The last thing EUkip needs is yet more inept wannabe politicians each with their separate hobby horse. EUkip has not only failed totally to master the task of addressing LEAVE THE EU but no one on the planet in a moment of sanity wants yet more politicians!

Laird & Master of Rannock Moor & A Flipping House In London!

EUkip forgets their irrelevance as politicians and the fact they were only voted in by a dedicated small army of supporters who see them, in ever increasing desperation, as the only vehicle that MIGHT work to get Britain out of the EU, childishly pretend to each other all you like, your policies on any other subject are an utter irrelevance; as shown by the fact that a dullard and liar like Bannerman was accepted grudgingly as responsible for ‘Policies’, and to date has not produced a single solitary costed, referenced, attributed and workable policy! Not even in serious outline.

Who cares – people only vote for EUkip as a protest or on the main issue of politics today GET OUT OF THE EU so that then Britain can start to think about who will Govern us, how and by what policies.

If Britain left the EU on Novemeber the 31st. it would have taken 10 years of coalition Government mending the damage done to our Country by the duplicitous Snivil Cervants and their underlings the corrupt Politicians in the last 50 years of wicked misrule.

For a further study of Christopher Monckton (who by the way inheritted his title of 3rd. Vicount Monckton of Brenchley in 2006 when his father died, Brenchley is a small village in Kent with a population of about 2,700)

You will I believe enjoy Tim Adams’ article:

Monckton saves the day!
A favourite policy adviser of Mrs Thatcher in the Eighties, the 3rd Viscount Monckton of Brenchley is now the country’s most notorious climate-change sceptic and has thrown down a challenge to Al Gore to a public debate on global warming. What does he know that we don’t? Only that he has never been wrong.

By Tim Adams

Sunday 6 May 2007

There is a series of adverts currently appearing three times a week in the New York Times and the Washington Post that look like mock-ups for a prize fight. In the red corner is Al Gore, swinging for imminent global catastrophe. In the blue corner, Christopher Monckton, 3rd Viscount Monckton of Brenchley, former policy adviser to Margaret Thatcher and great white hope of climate-change sceptics. The adverts are a challenge from Monckton to Gore to debate the warming of the planet, for a rumble in the deforested jungle. So far, the challenge has not been accepted or acknowledged.
Just before the adverts were first placed, I went to see Monckton at his home in Rannoch, in the Highlands, with the idea of finding out exactly where he was coming from. On the four-hour drive north from Glasgow, I experienced in succession bright dawn sunshine, black cloud, rain, hail, sleet, mist and fog. At the far end of the loch on which Monckton’s house sits, the light was catching the snow on the conical peak of Schiehallion. This is a place where weather moves in fast-forward.
I was greeted by Monckton’s wife, Juliet, and their spaniel. The house, which they designed and built here five years ago, a grand vernacular building, opens on to a garden on which geese waddle. The air is shockingly fresh. Monckton, wearing a tweed suit, is in his library, lined with volumes ancient and modern, Googling. He suffers from a rare endocrine complaint, which has necessitated a series of operations, the latest of which has left him virtually marooned in this valley for a year or so. As house arrests go, it would be hard to think of a more idyllic confinement.
He puts on a cap and walks me down to his jetty; he has plans to sail here when he gets more strength. If his physical pace is relatively slow, however, there is not much impairing Monckton’s mental vigour. Brother of Rosa Monckton, Mrs Dominic Lawson, he is reportedly known to his nieces and nephews as ‘Mr Knowledge’. He gave some credibility to this nickname with his invention of the 209-piece Eternity jigsaw puzzle, which offered a reward of £1m for the first winning solution. Two Cambridge scientists got there in 18 months; reports at the time suggested Monckton had lost a fortune, but he now claims 500,000 copies of the puzzle were sold worldwide. Anyhow, Eternity II, which will offer another prize of £1m, is to be launched in July.
As we walk, Monckton, 55, talks with irrepressible good humour and impervious authority on this and any other subject I raise, from the Forestry Commission (spectacularly incompetent) to the Guardian (ditto). He laughs without restraint at his own anecdotes. He is not a man, you might say, who seems plagued by self-doubt.
This confidence is never more apparent than in Monckton’s analysis of the subject on which his mind is now engaged pretty much constantly, the science and politics of climate change. Back in the house, we sit in his library, mist rolling on to the loch outside, Juliet serves mid-morning champagne and he launches into the polemic with which he would like to assault Al Gore if he could get him into the debating ring. ‘Rope-a-dope’ seems to be the best tactic against this diatribe, so I sit and listen.
Monckton got into all this when he was first at home recuperating. ‘I decided to amuse myself by looking at this question, because it was a big one,’ he says, ‘And on the big ones as Margaret [Thatcher] used to say, you have to be right!’
He had some vague form in the area. In 1988, he wrote one of the first articles, in the London Evening Standard, about the concern in scientific journals that carbon emissions were warming the atmosphere. It was a jokey piece of the kind with which we have since become horribly familiar: Monckton had bought a house high on Richmond Hill, the rest of us would have to take to the boats, ha, ha.
‘Margaret Thatcher,’ he says, repeating a name never far from his lips, ‘who was a rather keen reader of my columns in the Standard, and prone to cut them out and wave them at her colleagues, did so with this one. Not only that, she made a speech to the Royal Society saying we need to study whether this is a problem or not. And she established the Hadley Centre for forecasting climate change on the back of it.’ (This pattern, I realise, quickly becomes a familiar one: all wisdom leads back to Monckton.)
Anyhow, in the years since, and in particular in the last year, he has continued to look at the question, has done the maths (‘Radiative transfer calculations I can do standing on my head’) and formed his own conclusions. These conclusions were first made public after he received a call from a fund manager from the City: ‘Monckton, climate change. What d’you think?’
Monckton told him. ‘I said basically I think there is very little for us to worry about at all,’ he says, brightly, which no doubt comes as a great relief to the anxious majority of the world’s population. ‘I said the weakness in the “consensus” argument is that they haven’t been able to quantify accurately what the effect of carbon dioxide on temperature is. I said there are so many uncertainties that the exaggerated figures we are getting of up to 10C increase in temperature by the end of the century are simply not plausible in any calculation you would care to do.’
He sent the man from the City the conclusions he had drawn from ‘the back of an envelope’ and more extensive calculations he had done (outsmarting at a stroke thousands of the world’s scientists). The man was so impressed he apparently passed them on to Patience Wheatcroft, the editor of the Sunday Telegraph. She decided to publish them under the heading ‘Climate chaos? Don’t believe it’.
From up here in Rannoch, it then looked as if the sky had fallen in. Monckton’s calculations received 127,000 hits on the day of publication and crashed the Telegraph’s website. He received many thousand emails, still running at 100 a day – he shows me his inbox – ‘many,’ he claims, ‘from distinguished climatologists saying “at last someone has had the guts to say this”.’
Not all of the response was positive. George Monbiot of the Guardian trashed Monckton’s argument with the help of Dr Stephan Harrison, senior research associate at the Oxford University Centre for the Environment, who wrote: ‘[Monckton] purports to show how scientists from a wide range of different disciplines, including atmospheric physics, atmospheric chemistry, climatology and palaeoclimatology, have misunderstood and misused the science of climate change and he tries to debunk them all. Let it not be said that the man lacks ambition.’ Harrison went on to refute in close detail many of Monckton’s claims.
Monbiot was promptly threatened with legal action by the peer who suggested that his articles were ‘libellous of me in my calling’. (When I speak to Monbiot subsequently, he says it would have been an interesting court case: ‘I could have called all the world’s leading climatologists and he could have called David Bellamy.’) In the end, Monckton agreed to a right of reply.
Al Gore also ventured a dismissal which was met, overnight, by a further 16 pages of Monckton’s argument, a preamble to the great debate that will never happen. Monckton’s opinion of his putative opponent is not a generous one. ‘You don’t get to be Vice-President of the United States if you are a halfwit, so you have to assume this is an act,’ he says. ‘But his film is hilariously, absurdly, seriously and materially inaccurate!’
I venture a question. Where, I wonder, does his certainty in his own calculations – he suggests a warming of perhaps 0.6 degrees in the next century, of which man may perhaps be responsible for half – come from?
It comes from his ‘training in the scientific method’, while reading classics at Cambridge. It comes from his four years leading the policy unit during the high-water mark of Thatcherism in the mid-Eighties, when he was required to develop a stance on ‘scientific scams’ of all kinds.
Monckton then proceeds for an hour or two to take me in substantial detail through Al Gore’s inconvenient errors, stopping en route to highlight the ‘codswallop’ of the Stern report and the ‘spin’ of the latest findings of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, which will be signed off in Bangkok this weekend. (The fact that the latter was produced in consultation with 2,500 of the world’s foremost climatologists does not deter him for a moment.)
It is, in many respects, a formidable performance. Monckton moves easily from the philosophy of science, quoting Weber and Popper (‘You can’t prove any hypothesis, you can only improve or disprove it’) to the fact that Edward Lorenz, the father of chaos theory, which demonstrated the fundamental unpredictability of complex systems, took the example of meteorology.
‘You can’t say for certain what will happen to the weather in the long term!’
What’s the long term?
‘About two weeks, ha!’
Some of Monckton’s argument is familiar – medieval warming, sun spots, the presence of graveyards in Greenland under permafrost – some less so – the reminder that in the 1970s, the panic was ‘global cooling’. He suggests I read all manner of arcane papers, which I subsequently do, and end up not much wiser. His major gripe with Al Gore’s film – a fair one – is that it ignores the ‘developing nations’. While Gore insists we should turn off our TV stand-bys, China plans to open a coal-fired power plant every five days. This, Monckton says, proves that Gore is not serious about the science.
‘If Britain was to close down altogether overnight, then China would take up the slack of carbon emissions in two years. If America closed down, just the growth in China’s emissions would replace America’s emissions in 12 years. The very first thing we should do, if this is a serious threat, is to give China the latest – South African – nuclear technology. Gore seems happy to exclude China, Brazil and India from his argument. He has been feted in China – and no surprise.’
Two things are evident from all this. The first is that Monckton has done the homework. When I mention Naomi Oreskes’s famous evaluation of 928 articles referencing ‘climate change’ that ‘proved’ the consensus of catastrophe among scientists, he announces not only that he has read the 928 articles in question and would argue ‘only 1 per cent explicitly predict doom, while 3 per cent are specifically sceptical of apocalyptic ideas’, but also that he has sent a further 8,500 related articles to be evaluated by a team of two dozen scientists across the globe.
The second is that he suffers an extreme case of the patrician sense that good breeding and a decent classical education equip you for anything, even for outwitting the collective intelligence of the world’s best scientific brains (which is also, no doubt, the motivation behind the wager of his jigsaw puzzles). In his Sunday Telegraph article, he announced his lack of ‘paper qualifications’ as if such things were beneath a man of his quality, the preserve of the ‘leftists on campuses’. It is telling that the other two major political voices who share his scepticism belong to the father-and-son team of Nigel and Dominic Lawson, part of Monckton’s extended family.
Some of his – and their – anger is directed at David Cameron. ‘We have a Conservative party that is functionally dead … or at least David Cameron seems to have decided that the only way to get elected is to appear as much like Tony Blair in 1997 as possible. So he has adopted his goofy green agenda.’ There is, as a result, no political debate on these issues as there is in America.
I wonder if he sees his challenges to Gore as the start of a campaign?
‘Realistically, since I am a very sick man, I cannot go out and lead movements on this or any other subject.’
That must be a frustration?
‘Well, I like to think that my illness has prevented me from rising to any number of dizzy heights. The fact is that I can’t go too many miles from this house without falling ill.’
There was a time when those dizzy heights must have seemed quite near, particularly when Monckton was plucked from the Sunday Telegraph magazine to work at Number 10 in 1983.
‘She [Thatcher] had tried to get me two years earlier,’ he says, ‘but I was told later that my appointment was blocked by a group of low-church Protestants in the party who did not want a Catholic in the government. Eventually, Margaret said: I’m having him!’
From those momentous words on, in his own head, Christopher Monckton appears always to have been starring in a Boy’s Own adventure entitled ‘Monckton Saves the Day!’ He probably gets some of that brio from his late father, Gilbert Monckton, who was ‘the youngest general in the British army’, who won an MC at Dunkirk. Much of the rest comes from the endorsement of ‘the Lady’.
For a start, in this adventure, in which he routinely wore a bowler hat, Monckton won the Falklands conflict from his armchair after suggesting, he claims, to the Prime Minister that the best way to undermine the Argies was to have the SAS introduce a mild bacillus into the water supply in Port Stanley. ‘I can tell you from experience there is nothing more demoralising than having the trots in a trench!’ He believes, laughing a little wildly, she took him up on this idea and the rest is history.
On other occasions, try as he might, even Monckton could not get heard. He would have averted the Aids epidemic (having produced ‘probably the first working model for the transmission of this particular kind of retrovirus in the UK’, he insisted to the cabinet on compulsory testing of adults, legally enforced ‘restricted association’ for people who were HIV positive, but nothing was done). ‘Lobby groups howled. The homosexual lobby said we know you, you’re a Catholic, you don’t like queers.’
He would have saved us from poll tax by scrapping local taxation and adding to VAT, but he got sick and in his absence the foppish Oliver Letwin had decided that a universal tax was too ‘intellectually satisfying’ to ignore. He would have prevented us joining the ERM. ‘Not because I hate the European Union, but because I worked out the economics on the back of an envelope. [Monckton’s pockets, I can’t help thinking, must be stuffed with such calculations.] But John Major would not be told. I wrote to him privately; I sent people to see him. But he was deaf to the idea.’ In the end, like all good Tories, he instead placed a sizeable bet on sterling collapsing and ‘made a packet’ when it did.
Does he think he has ever been wrong about anything at all?
He ponders for a long moment. ‘Not on the big ones, no!’
So what will happen, does he imagine, to the current ‘big one’?
‘Well,’ he says, breezily, ‘for a few years, the temperature will continue to rise, but nowhere near as fast as the alarmists would wish it to rise. Then solar physicists suggest that in the next solar cycle but one, and a solar cycle is about 10.6 years, there will be a considerable cooling of the Sun. And the panic will disappear.’ Hey presto.
Before I go, he insists, by way of mathematical humiliation, that he gives me a little test based on Mandelbrot’s fractals, by which slight variations in x and y co-ordinates can produce infinite geometrical variety. He smiles at my fumbling with figures and then runs the equation deftly through his computer to produce a vivid graphic demonstration that lights up his face.
As I drive back along the bonny banks of Loch Lomond, Monckton’s voice is still in my head. He seems made for cartoons, somehow. In one, I picture him alone, shivering in Scotland, 20 years from now, merrily barking: ‘I told you so!’ to a gang of white-coated professors; in another, he is up to his neck in water, in his tweeds, still arguing that he was right all along.
Monckton’s Jigsaw
Born 14 February 1952, eldest son of Gilbert Monckton, 2nd Viscount Monckton of Brenchley, adviser to the royal family. Inherited title in 2006.
Educated at Harrow School and Churchill College, Cambridge.
Married Juliet Jenson in 1990 (they met when she found him asleep by the fire in Brooks’s Club, London). No children.
Early career Joined Yorkshire Post in 1974 as a reporter. Made editor of the Catholic paper the Universe in 1979. Became managing editor of the Sunday Telegraph Magazine in 1981.
1982-86 Special adviser to Margaret Thatcher.
1999 Created the Eternity puzzle, which challenged people to fit together 209 irregularly shaped pieces for a prize of £1m. Also invented Sudoku X and children’s game Supermind. Eternity II will be released in July.
He says ‘A careful study of the substantial corpus of peer-reviewed science reveals that Mr Gore’s film An Inconvenient Truth is a foofaraw of pseudo-science.’
They say ‘Christopher’s terrifically clever, but he can’t stop talking.’ Juliet Monckton.
Rowland Manthorpe

To view the original article CLICK HERE

If you want more science with your Warmist  Mantras from the Flat Earth Anthropgenic Guilt Vendors you may find Howard Rickman of help CLICK HERE for the Physicists view.
If you watch nothing else …

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When Kirkby gets to the screen showing Galactic Modulation of Climate over the last 500 million years and the cosmic ray variation that explains it, take a close look at the line that plots CO2 over the same period. Note that that line doesn’t correspond at all to the temperature periodicity evident in the temperature data. Also listen when Kirkby points out that CO2 concentrations used to be 10 times higher than they are today.

And don’t miss the most chilling (literally) prediction of all based on a careful study of sunspot intensity. This prediction was originally submitted and rejected for publication in 2005 (
Sunspots May Vanish by 2015), but has been coming true ever since. The earth appears to be headed toward a period of dramatic cooling, at present, due to reduced solar activity.
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        Long hot summer is about to turn into: LONG COLD WINTER!

You may also enjoy this article at CLICK HERE

If you were looking for more Flat Earth Warmist views why not ask any lab tech whose job depends on grants – he WILL support the Globalist Guilt Trip!

TO LEAVE THE EU

What is the exit and survival plan for these United Kingdoms to maximise on the many benefits of leaving The EU. It is the DUTY of our Politicians and Snivil Cervants to ensure the continuity, liberty and right to self determination of our peoples they have a DUTY to protect against crime and secure both our food and our border.

NONE of these DUTIES has a single British politician upheld for 40 years. They have drawn their incomes fraudulently and dishonesty.
Politicians are failing to tell the truth, but so are almost all wanabe Politicians, the MSM and Snivil Cervants.

The fact is that even if EVERY British MEP wanted change in The EU it would achieve NOTHING.
Every single British Politician, of EVERY Party, elected since before we joined the EUropean Common Market, has promised to change The EU’s CAP – In 40 Years they have achieved absolutely NOTHING!

To try to put a value on OUR Freedom is as futile as floccipaucinihilipilification and as odious as the metissage of our societies, as we rummage in the ashes of our ancestors dreams, sacrifices and achievements, the flotsam of our hopes and the jetsam of our lives, consider the Country and Anglosphere which we thus leave our children and the future, with shame!

Regards,
Greg L-W.
01291 – 62 65 62

PLEASE POST THIS TAG AS FOLLOWS:ON YOUR eMAILS & BLOGS, FORUM POSTINGS & MAILINGS – GET THE MESSAGE TO THE PEOPLE IT IS OUR BEST HOPE AS WHOEVER IS APPOINTED WILL MAKE NO DIFFERENCE AS PROVED!

I SUGGEST – since there is clearly no political party of repute, advocating or campaigning for withdrawal of these United Kingdoms from the EU and restoration of our independent sovereign, democracy, with Justice & the right to self determination in a free country. Deny the self seeking & meaningless wanabe MEPs the Mythical Mandate for which they clamour. Diktat is imposed from The EU but Law should be made at Westminster, for our Country & our Peoples.

Write Upon Your Ballot Paper at EVERY election:

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