Kamala Harris has decided that her self-declared “existential threat” isn’t so terrifying after all.
The former vice president just dropped roughly eight million dollars on a mansion in Malibu’s celebrity haven, Pt. Dume, complete with sweeping ocean views and a beach just a stroll away. Oceanfront living is nice work if you can afford it, especially if your paycheck came from taxpayers. The property sits a few hundred feet from the Pacific, which, if you believe Harris’s speeches, should be devouring coastlines any moment. Yet the ex-Veep chose this patch of endangered paradise for her private retreat. It’s almost as if she knows the water isn’t coming.
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That contradiction never seems to bother the professional climate grifters. Their message is for everyone else. Americans are told to regulate thermostats, ditch gas cars, and submit to higher prices for “planetary justice.” The lecturing is constant. Harris once said that being “practical” means changing personal behavior to slow the planet’s decline.
Yet her own practicality has involved spending millions on private jet travel and purchasing one of California’s most desirable coastal compounds. Only the climate establishment could twist virtue into something so self-serving and call it leadership. Her environmental morality is a sermon delivered from the pulpit of a luxury veranda with panoramic views of the Pacific.
Harris didn’t invent the script. She inherited it from a long, lucrative tradition of climate alarmists cashing in on the very apocalypse they describe. A former president famously bought a multimillion-dollar waterfront estate after years of sounding the alarm of rising sea levels threatening homes, then arranged the purchase through a network of loopholes that would impress any accountant.
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The pioneer of planetary panic himself lives in an enormous estate that uses as much electricity as a small neighborhood. Perhaps that power bill covers the servers for the internet he supposedly invented. A self-proclaimed socialist from Vermont spent his campaign circling the globe by jet, creating a carbon footprint that might make an actual oil executive blush.
The former climate czar who married into the Heinz family preaches restraint while logging luxury air miles and enjoying VIP aviation privileges.
Even the self-styled champion of the Green New Deal has admitted that she still flies and runs the A/C whenever she wants.
If these self-anointed prophets truly feared their predictions, they’d live like it. But fear is for the audience, not the actors. Their play depends on maintaining a looming crisis big enough to justify every tax, restriction, and scolding. The so-called science they cite gets thinner every decade, while the carbon footprints of its promoters get wider. And most inconvenient of all, the planet stubbornly refuses to perform according to their storyline.
Ocean-level records show no acceleration that can be attributed to emissions. Even longtime alarmist outlets have reluctantly admitted that Pacific islands are not sinking beneath the waves after all. The science that once promised doom has instead become a tool for political theater, and no troupe cashes in harder than the environmental elite.
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Despite all this, the climate industry keeps growing. It can’t survive on accuracy, only anxiety. The panic pays well, both in votes and real estate. That’s why Harris’s Malibu mansion matters. It exposes the real confidence game. The officials who warn about dying reefs and flooded coasts behave like charlatans, investing in the very real estate markets they tell everyone else to abandon. Their actions behind the green curtain reject the hysteria upon which their public personas depend.
Harris’s mansion isn’t just a home; it’s the physical manifestation of a confession. She knows the seas aren’t rising, and the island nations aren’t sinking. She knows the coastline will still be there for her neighbors, the movie stars and moguls who share her ZIP code. What’s rising isn’t the water but grift in the form of endless subsidies, regulations, and the political control that flows from fear. The ocean isn’t claiming Malibu anytime soon, but within the climate elite, hypocrisy rises faster than any tide.
Steve Milloy is a biostatistician and lawyer. You can follow him on X at @JunkScience.
