‘As the planet begins to whistle like a kettle on the boil, most of us are at least making a passing effort at stopping our carbon footstep being the one that finally sinks the planet. However, one firm in the US is intent on making a Yeti-size carbon footprint, by offering a flying taxi service. Where might this service be, the remote wilds of Maine, or a string of isolated islands surrounding Hawaii? No, Florida. Dayjet is offering customers an on-demand, per seat service to allow executive customers the advantage of,’ and it goes on to describe it. ‘What is truly galling about this, is that John and Jane Smiths are being told by everyone, from the government to their dentist, to drop their once yearly, cattle-class holiday flight in order to save the environment. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Moneybags are presumably flying in the lap of luxury, while dumping bags of burning coal onto dolphin reserves below.’
Such class envy, resentment, it’s just a little air taxi service. It’s just a tiny little jet here. It’s almost like a toy. No, it doesn’t say how much it costs, I’d have to guess. I probably shouldn’t guess, because it’s not my business. I’m looking at this little jet, holds one-to-three people. It’s going to be in the neighborhood of first-class airfare, maybe a little more than that, I would guess. That’s why they’re doing it with these little planes, to make it affordable and so forth. It’s a great thing. It’s a great innovative business idea. ‘It’s destroying the planet, Mr. Limbaugh, it’s destroying the planet. It’s a carbon footprint that’s unnecessary.’ This jet’s carbon footprint, folks, is smaller than my house and the carbon footprint that comes out of there. ‘That’s right, Mr. Limbaugh, well, you should be forced to sell your house and move.’ Yeah, well, you try that, you little new castrati, and see what happens to the rest of the manhood you’ve got left.