I'm having a petrol barbecue, and it's nothing to do with donations from climate skeptics

By attorney general Suella Braverman

THERE’S nothing like a juicy steak cooked on a proper petrol-fired barbecue, because petroleum is a completely natural miracle fuel we should extract more of.

Yes, I recently received a £10,000 campaign donation from a climate change skeptic, but it doesn’t affect my views on the environment. I’ve always loved coal and oil, and I firmly believe endangered species are a scam by Greenpeace to make you buy Arctic fox cuddly toys.

A petrol barbecue gives your food a unique tang, like sucking on a piece of burnt metal in a really bad traffic jam. And you don’t have the faff of bags of charcoal and firelighters – petrol goes up in an instant and you can start infusing your food with delicious acrid fumes right away.

Most importantly, it’s good for the planet. Without petrol, gas and oil, society will stop advancing. Do you want to live in a filthy hut with no electricity, toilet or internet access, or do you support unregulated fracking? Those are literally the only two choices.

So why do environmentalists say we should reduce our fossil fuel use? Simple – they’re all dreadlocked middle class wasters who’ve shrunk their brains to the size of a peanut with their ganja addictions. It’s that simple, I wouldn’t bother finding out more.

As for global warming, how can that be a thing when snow exists? As my parliamentary private secretary often says: ‘I can’t believe you’ve got a degree, Suella.’ He understands the challenges facing minorities and strong women like me.

Cynics have suggested that all my views are a transparent attempt to hop on any anti-woke bandwagon. But as well as having your car confiscated, do you really want every boy in Britain to have their penis amputated on the orders of the transgender police?

So this weekend celebrate your personal freedom with a petrol barbecue like me. Just make sure it’s a good distance away from your car, house, children, pets or anything not asbestos.

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Steam engines

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Reading graphic novels

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Fly fishing

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Clay pigeon shooting

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