In a world where progressive leaders loudly sound the climate alarm, there’s a peculiar phenomenon unfolding along the coastlines. Those very same voices shouting about the rising seas are scooping up beachfront properties faster than you can say “climate change.” It’s a curious case of do as I say, not as I do, and it’s enough to make anyone scratch their head.
Take, for instance, folks like former President Barack Obama. If climate change truly threatened to wash us away, why in the world would he shell out $12 million for a mansion on a private island? Michelle and Barack, draped in shades while lounging on Steven Spielberg’s superyacht, don’t seem too worried about rising tides. Something doesn’t quite add up here. Their actions whisper a different tale than their words.
And then there’s Bill Gates with his beach house in San Diego. This is the same Bill Gates who champions climate action. Yet, his choice of a seaside residence suggests he’s not exactly losing sleep over the impending apocalypse either. Bernie Sanders is singing a similar tune from his lakefront home. The message? Climate crisis is real, but that view must be worth the risk.
Kamala Harris’ new Malibu estate adds more chapters to this story. Despite her administration’s investment to protect neighborhoods from sea level threats, her oceanfront pad could become a pricey splash zone if those warnings ring true. It’s a marvel of irony and architecture—a gated fortress, ironically built in a neighborhood known for its exclusivity. A real-life wall for the champion of open borders, raising more eyebrows than sea levels.
Democratic elites rally against the so-called 1% while building their own exclusive enclaves in dense patches of wealth, mostly by the water. The idea of “tax the rich” loses its zing when those chanting it are spotted behind gated mansions with private pools, sipping on refreshments under skylights. From Greta Thunberg’s angry calls to action to Al Gore’s oceanfront villa, the patterns are striking. If the banks don’t hesitate to finance these coastal dreams, maybe they don’t buy the whole “world will end” spiel either. It’s a plot richer in irony than any beachfront view, and everyone’s asking the same thing—where’s the flood of logic in all this?
