Climate change was happening despite all the naysayers and sceptics. The evidence was obvious down on the beachfront. Where once even at high tide there was a thin rim of sand along the waterfront to walk upon now the ocean lashed the shoreline and threatened to cascade over the man-made barrier.
Our political leader, who saw himself as a bit of a King Canute had made promises, based he proclaimed on irrefutable science, that the sea was not going to encroach on the city. He announced the unusually high tides as a freak of nature and within a few weeks the sea would retreat to its customary levels and life would return to normal.
His idiot predictions were just that, the ravings of a mentally deranged man pretending to hold power over nature.
The city went about fortifying the beachfront, huge concrete boulders were put in place to hold back the surging waves, and within three weeks the waves were splashing over the boulders and washing the adjoining streets with saltwater.
This caused a panic, and an urban panic is and can be troubling. With the sea intruding, as it appeared to be doing retreat was the only option. But retreat to where?
Rising tides pushed the rivers back further, the salt water in them unsuitable for farmers, floods occurred, and in a short time, whole parcels of land became uninhabitable.
Still the lunatic in charge stuck to his argument that climate change was not the cause.
Within two weeks his protestations were silenced when he awoke one morning to find his house flooded.
Appeasement was no longer an option.