Let them eat cake.
Prince Charles, perhaps one of our dimmer world figure heads, doesn't like genetically modified food. Fair enough, but his complaint that "we [will] end up with millions of small farmers all over the world being driven off their land into unsustainable, unmanageable, degraded and dysfunctional conurbations of unmentionable awfulness" sounds to me as though he rather misses the good old days when his serfs knuckled their foreheads as he passed and, damn it, knew their place.

The Prince would dispute this, of course and predicts world wide disaster if things are permitted to continue as they are. But this is the same gentleman who sixteen months ago warned the world would suffer cataclysmic horrors in eighteen months if we didn't immediately save the rain forests. Well, we still have two months to go before we know whether the world will end but things aren't looking good for the Prince's prognosticative powers.

While he was predicting doom last year, our king in waiting said, "You learn as you go along. I am going to be 60 this year. I would be a blinding idiot if I had not learnt a bit by now." You said it, Charley. I rather think the Prince would agree with his subject British scientists who claim that fat people cause global warming. Stick all those fatties back on 1/2 acre subsistence plots and foot-pedalled water pumps and we'll soon see the pounds melt away. All while saving the planet. Jolly good.