There is inescapable fact in human history, something the foolish Green Aristocracy cannot fathom.

Nations and people are in competition with one another.  And those who are effete, delusional and weak, will be overwhelmed and supplanted by those who hold to the messy facts of existence: things like crying babies, sweat equity, and the rugged elation of making and building things with callous hands.

The Green Mind surveys these uncouth distractions with bemused condescension.  Such proletarian preoccupations belong to those who hold no graduate degrees—the Heraldry of the Green Nobility.  Such soiling indignities are not part of the life of privilege promised to Green Princes who live on the inheritance of their parents and their countrymen.  Like all children of Royalty, they live their thoughtless lives through the work, thrift and blood of other men. 

The Green Nobility, rather, spiritedly undertakes the noblesse oblige of all privileged classes to rule over other men-- always ruling for the sake of others, and always from spacious estates overlooking Malibu. Common folk, you see, with common dreams, are but uneducable subjects to peep about beneath the mighty protecting limbs of their Green Overlords-- For they, by right of intellectual primogeniture wield the Green Royal Mace and manage the affairs of man and nature in Adam’s behalf.  
 

Of course, that is the same claim of every king of antiquity. The Green Aristocracy, however, is clearly of better breeding than those nasty brutes of the Old World. Whilst the Boubons and Stewart ruled in Royal Purple. These better, more progressive Rulers, wield unchallengable power in a more lovely shade of Green.  

There is nothing new under the sun. You see, the Green Nobility wraps itself in the same mantel that claims royal prerogative over the entire inheritance of Adam-just as Louis XIVof France or Charles I of England or Phillip of Spain.  The Aristocracy of Environmentism  rules the Earth with the same imperious certainty of those who claimed to rule as an inheritance of Adam. (I encourage you to read Sir Robert Filmer's justification for the rule of kings).

For all its education, The modern Green Mind is really the Old Purple mind. They, like the Hapsburg princes of Austria are whispered lies by their tutors--and told they hold perogative power over an estate to which no one has given them authority. Like the georgic kings of legend which they imagine themselves to be, they are not friends of the common people, a la Wendell Berry, they having never turned a plot of earth with a hoe or worn their backs stiff with a scythe.  They, in their affluence, preach the dignity of poverty, and carefully catechize other men in the dogma of “less is more”--all this while sipping lattes in Carmel in the remote tranquility of their own Versailles.

Nevertheless, and in spite of these vain imaginings, every nation and race, who raises children and joys in building things and creating wealth, will transform the world in their simple bourgoise appetites, whether or not the ancien regime has decreed it, or whether the Green Intelligentsia likes it or not.  Whether their vassals in the UN declare Africa a World Heritage Site or California goes solar and never drills off Santa Barbara again, or whether Congress declares Alaska out of bounds to development, men of different languages and races, the seething, moving population of the world, will change the physical landscape of earth in an inevitable urge that cannot be stopped--because God put it in man and commanded it of man. 

There are forces at work in the world beyond the silly dicta of little Green Princes.

You see, God’s second commandment to the entire family of man (after he enjoined us from eating of the forbidden fruit) was and remains even now-- “go forth and multiple and subdue the earth.” To stand against this commandment of Nature’s God, is to stand before the tsunami of history with a trite Green incantation to stop.  It is King Canute striking the sea to command the waves to cease.

The impulse of man will transform nature whether the Old Order likes it or not.  Man will do it, because it is part of the nature of a Creator to make and build things. And man is made in the image of that First Creator. It is only the claim of a Pretender to rule over things to which he holds no title. The order of God's creation resonates in every human bosom that still holds warmth and breath, brcause the world is given to every man to make a place in it. The Wide World is not the dominion of some few to rule over in our stead. That is but the presumption of a Green Aristocracy.
 

One would think that the modern secular humanists who embrace this desire to reclaim the Patrimony of Eden, would understand the basics of what Darwinism teaches and the materialist creedo the Green Aristocract uniformly claim to embrace. To understand nature as Darwin and Hobbes described it, only the strong survive in a world where life is "nasty, brutis and short." The world is no place for those who embrace the delusion of peace and natural prosperity in a fallen world.  The world is a hard place that demands blood.

Only the old and senile of this ancien regime, who are lost in the fantasies of second-childhood, could image the world as anything but a place of struggle and conflict. They, like the spoiled Princes of yore,  see nature as a child’s playground to return to—like the faux ruins in the gardens of French aristocrats.  Little do they understand how the world really works.

Without repentance, the world is hard.  It eats the old. It pitilessly consumes the weak.  It devours the dreamer, the poet, the diffident and the coddled children of universities.  It breaks the teeth of those who do not fight or grow strong or reproduce or stand four-square in the certainty of their moral preeminence.  This is the true inheritance of Adam--in his sin. It is a fallen world.

Gardens without men are but graveyards.  That is all the Greening of America promises this generation that kills babies, tears down the work of human hands ,and worships the Sun as a mythic source of power. 

What the Green Aristocracy does not understand, like the insular Boubons who presuppose them, is that the only sources of energy and authority in this world is God, and the "image of God" in man. And the latter is the only royalty that exists by right to rule in this world. Green Princes have no such authority. You see, every man, woman and child possesses a royal coat of arms called the Imago Dei. It is not a special lineage of Green Academics, or Autocratic Green Czars. There is an irrepressible revolution that the Green Aristocracy cannot now suppress or ever will.

Fallen Nature and the Preists of the Green Aristocracy are but grotesque counterfeits to the goodness, truth and beauty of the one true and transcendent God and the image impressed in the spirit of his preeminent creation: man.  There is nothing in Nature's unsubdued, pestilent and postlapsarian condition to worship or preserve without human refinement Nature without the work of human hands offers but malaria, yellow fever, infant mortality and cave bears. Unrepentant nature is but a feast for flies. Fallen nature devours the innocent like Moloch's brazen furnace. She laughs with the buzzing wings of Baal at the children of men struggling by wits, sticks and stones to claim his narrow space in a brutal fallen cosmos.  Nature offers nothing but eternal blood-letting conflict, because there is no surplus to be had outside the energy and imagination of man’s transforming hand.  

The Green Aristocracy is just the most recent geriatric pathology of a culture that is growing old and still desires to courtiers to defer to their royal prerogatives. theirs is the incestuous intellectualism that breed Professorial Hapsburgs. And like that ancient royal family, the Dynasty of the Green Nobility will fade into irrelevance. There are energetic nations and races that do not genuflect before their feeble imaginary authority.

But more tragically, for those who are ruled by these intellectual in-breds, it is the death of our civilization, the Necrosance of the West, that age of the West which (unlike the restless, imaginative energy of the Renaissance and Reformation) desires to sit in the lovely sunset security of walled gardens, and delight, like Kublai Khan at Xanadu, in the large acreage of his national parks.  It is just another extravagant dream of the self-indulgent children of privilege.  He thinks he may cast breadcrumbs to the pigeons where hungry lions roam.

All his worship of Nature is the stuff of octogenarian despair. Having rejected the True Source of Order and Truth, he has nothing to cling to but a false goddess who promised that he would reign triumphant. It is the babbling of the senile monarchy who knows there is no dynastic line to follow him. In his dying, cold premonition of the coming fate of tired old age and irrelevance-- his is a feeble, sentimental  hand pulling weeds from a special plot of earth, for those who no longer view the broad expanse of the wide world as a place of hope and adventure. Rather, the Green Aristocracy dwells in a very small place of his own dim imagination to be protected and cared for, as the shadow grows longer over the open pit of faithless and terrifying mortality.