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Castleview Antiques Antiques, Collectables, Jewellery & Art dealer with over 20 years experience. Based in Glaslough, Co. Monaghan.

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08/12/2025

"It is hard to imagine a more stupid or more dangerous way of making decisions than by putting those decisions in the hands of people who pay no price for being wrong."

Thomas Sowell.

In 2006, Al Gore stood before millions and painted a picture of catastrophe. Citing climate scientists, he warned the world that the Arctic ice cap could be completely gone in summer months as soon as 2014—maybe even 2013.

His film, An Inconvenient Truth, which won an Oscar for Best Documentary in 2007, was even played in schools as some kind of mandatory conditioning program. Teachers dimmed the lights. Children watched glaciers calve into the sea and went home afraid to turn on lights, convinced their carbon footprint might tip the scale.

Governments reacted. Carbon taxes were introduced, renewable-energy mandates popped up everywhere, entire industries were restructured, and trading desks made billion-dollar bets on a future without Arctic ice.

2013 came. The ice remained.

2014 came. Still there.

No press conference. No acknowledgment. Just new predictions, new deadlines pushed further out.

It’s now 2025. Almost twenty years have passed since the grim prediction, and the Arctic isn’t ice-free. In fact, in 2024 it had 890,000 square kilometers more ice than in 2012.

Now scientists explain it away: “ocean currents were weaker,” “natural variations,” “20% chance of this happening.” Always an explanation after the fact. Never accountability for the prediction before it.

Gore’s net worth when he made the film? Around $2 million. Today? Over $300 million—climate consulting, green investment funds, speaking fees of $100,000+ per appearance. The failed predictions made him rich.

Then came March 2020.

“Two weeks to flatten the curve,” they said. Imperial College’s Neil Ferguson projected 2.2 million American deaths if we didn’t lock down. The experts were certain.

So society stopped—not gradually, not voluntarily, but by force of law. Businesses shuttered. Children stayed home for a year, some longer. Weddings were cancelled. Funerals limited to ten people. A grandmother died alone because the models said visitors would kill others. A restaurant owner lost everything he’d built over thirty years because the prediction said it was necessary.

The vaccine arrived with promises just as certain: “Get vaccinated, stop the spread.” The President said it. The CDC Director said it. You couldn’t enter a restaurant in New York or a mall in Manila without proof. People lost jobs for declining. The prediction was clear: vaccination stops transmission.

Except it didn’t. That fact emerged quietly, months later, in footnotes and revised guidance. No apologies to those fired. Just movement to the next message.

The two weeks became two years. The millions of projected deaths never materialized. Sweden didn’t lock down and didn’t see catastrophe. Florida opened early and didn’t collapse. When reality diverged from the forecast, those who’d demanded the sacrifice simply moved on.

To what? Pfizer’s CEO saw his compensation hit $33 million in 2022. Anthony Fauci retired with a roughly $15 million net worth and a $350,000 annual pension—the highest in federal government history. The consulting firms that advised lockdowns? Billions in government contracts.

The restaurant owner? Bankrupt. The fired nurse? Still unemployed. The children who lost two years of education? Still catching up.

But this pattern runs deeper

In 2003, the most powerful government on earth stood before the United Nations. Colin Powell held up a vial and described mobile biological-weapons laboratories. Satellite photos. Intelligence reports. The certainty was absolute.

“We know that Saddam Hussein has weapons of mass destruction,” Cheney declared. Not “we believe”—we know.

The prediction demanded action. 4,500 American soldiers died. Hundreds of thousands of Iraqis died. Two trillion dollars spent. An entire region destabilized for a generation.

The weapons didn’t exist. They never existed.

Not only did nobody go to prison; the architects wrote memoirs, collected speaking fees, taught at universities, and appeared on television as foreign-policy experts. Cheney’s net worth grew from around $30 million to over $100 million before he died. Halliburton, the company he formerly ran, received $39.5 billion in Iraq-related contracts.

The soldier who died searching for weapons that didn’t exist? His family got a folded flag.

Even the children were used

In June 2018, a teenage girl shared an article: “A top climate scientist is warning that climate change will wipe out all of humanity unless we stop using fossil fuels over the next five years.”

Five years. That meant 2023.

Greta Thunberg was a relative nobody then. But the conveniently apocalyptic prediction became gospel. She addressed the UN, met world leaders, and was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize while governments accelerated green mandates.

2023 came. Humanity persisted.

And quietly, between March 7 and March 13, 2023, the original article (and references to the five-year claim) disappeared from the internet. No explanation. No accountability.

She was 15 when the claim went viral. But watch how quickly she learned the game. By 20, she was lecturing world leaders. By 21, she’d built a brand worth millions. The failed prediction didn’t hurt her; Time Magazine declared her Person of the Year in 2019.

This is the system teaching the next generation how it works.

But here’s the pattern you’re not supposed to notice

Elite authority makes catastrophic prediction. Media amplifies without question. Prediction demands immediate sacrifice from ordinary people. Society restructures; costs imposed on the working and middle class. Elites profit from the restructuring. Prediction fails. No consequences for elites. Same authorities make new predictions. Rinse, spin dry, repeat.

Every single time, the people who make the predictions get richer. Every single time, the people forced to comply get poorer.

This isn’t incompetence. Incompetent people don’t keep getting promoted. Incompetent people don’t get richer every time they’re wrong. Incompetent people don’t maintain their platforms after being catastrophically wrong again and again.

This is a feature, not a bug.

Because the pension fund manager who divested from energy at the wrong time? Lost his job.

The small manufacturer crushed by compliance costs? Bankrupt.

The salon owner who lost her business for opening two weeks early? Homeless.

The nurse fired for declining a vaccine that didn’t stop transmission? Career destroyed.

The soldier who died searching for weapons that didn’t exist? Dead.

Meanwhile: Al Gore, richer. Fauci, richer. Pfizer executives, richer. Defense contractors, richer. Cheney, richer. The politicians, still in office. The consultants, more contracts. Greta Thunberg, international celebrity.

They are never held accountable because the system is designed to protect them.

You can’t vote out the CDC. You can’t fire the UN climate panel. You can’t sue Al Gore for the money your pension fund lost. You can’t get your business back after the lockdowns. You can’t get those years of your children’s education back.

But they can make another prediction tomorrow. And each time, you’ll be told: comply or face consequences. When they’re wrong, they face nothing.

The game is rigged

They’ve discovered the perfect con: Make apocalyptic predictions. Demand sacrifice. Profit from the compliance. When the apocalypse doesn’t come, make a new prediction. The only people who ever pay are the ones who either complied or refused to comply.

This is about power maintaining itself—a class of people who have insulated themselves from consequences while ensuring everyone else absorbs maximum risk.

It’s time to stop playing along. This only works when everyone is complicit and doesn’t demand accountability.

So when the next prediction comes—and believe me, it’s coming—ask yourself:

Who profits if I comply?
Who pays if they’re wrong?
Have these people ever been held accountable before?
What happens to me if I don’t comply versus what happens to them if they’re wrong?

The answers will tell you everything you need to know.

They’re counting on you not noticing the pattern. They’re counting on your fear, your compliance, your trust in institutional authority. They’re counting on you believing that this time, it’s different.

It’s never different.

The elites make predictions. The elites profit. The elites face no consequences. The pattern repeats.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. But fool me with the same script, the same players, the same outcome, decade after decade?

That’s not deception anymore. That’s permission.

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28/12/2023

A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh

One side of the potato-pits was white with frost
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical

The light between the ricks of hay and straw
Was a hole in Heaven’s gable. An apple tree
With its December-glinting fruit we saw
O you, Eve, were the world that tempted me

To eat the knowledge that grew in clay
And death the germ within it! Now and then
I can remember something of the gay
Garden that was childhood’s. Again

The tracks of cattle to a drinking-place,
A green stone lying sideways in a ditch,
Or any common sight, the transfigured face
Of a beauty that the world did not touch.

My father played the melodion
Outside at our gate;
There were stars in the morning east
And they danced to his music

Across the wild bogs his melodion called
To Lennons and Callans.
As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry
I knew some strange thing had happened

Outside in the cow-house my mother
Made the music of milking;
The light of her stable-lamp was a star
And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkle

A water-hen screeched in the bog,
Mass-going feet
Crunched the wafer-ice on the pot-holes,
Somebody wistfully twisted the bellows wheel

My child poet picked out the letters
On the grey stone,
In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland,
The winking glitter of a frosty dawn

Cassiopeia was over
Cassidy’s hanging hill,
I looked and three whin bushes rode across
The horizon — the Three Wise Kings

And old man passing said:
‘Can’t he make it talk –
The melodion.’ I hid in the doorway
And tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat

I nicked six nicks on the door-post
With my penknife’s big blade –
There was a little one for cutting to***co.
And I was six Christmases of age

My father played the melodion,
My mother milked the cows,
And I had a prayer like a white rose pinned
On the Virgin Mary’s blouse

Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967)

Happy Christmas to one and all, and I hope you like what I think is the best Christmas poem by my favourite Irish poet, thank you for taking part in what we do here.

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25/12/2023

Nollaig shona daoibh go léir

07/12/2023

We will be back open this evening from 5pm for all your pizza needs or for any booking enquiries 🍕

Book up to 10 people now via our website.. larger groups must be booked over the phone ☎️

www.ambledowncottage.com

04/12/2023

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