The rhetoric of fairyland
From our UK edition
I have never met George Monbiot, and I know nothing personally about him to his discredit. I have no reason to think that he is other than polite to shopkeepers, considerate to other road-users, fond of animals, a staunch friend, a sound family man, a respectful and affectionate son. I can only judge the keeper of the Guardian’s green conscience from the tone of his writing, and I don’t much care for it. Each week for ten years or so Monbiot has ascended the pulpit provided for him by successive Guardian editors to preach his world view.