Can you imagine some prissy libtard running around these villages, with people just surviving, and going off on them with the whole global warming shtick.
Why, yes I can imagine that; it's JUST what your stock-in-trade lib would do.
I can also imagine 15 minutes down the timeline as a band of sweating, upset villagers with sticks stand over a bloody mass of quivering protoplasm catching their breath following a bit of exertion.
Hmmmm. I wonder how well quivering protoplasm burns??