Matt Ridley has an excellent article published in the Spectator which elucidates very clearly the scam of so called ‘Clean Green’ wind power, both in terms of its mad house economics and its considerable environmental impact.
"Persistent, traumatic grief can cause us to cycle thru through the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance."
Text book definition.
As we grieve over the loss of modern civilization we must learn to accept the world that will be...
I live in Florida now but grew up in Ohio and enjoyed the seasons. Sometimes now I miss the snow but have not bothered to travel to see it.
We can walk on the beach almost every day of the year, here in Florida, after we drive 10 miles to do that. I will miss cars and power boats and motorcycles.
Airplanes, I had a Piper Cub when I was younger and flew into mountain meadows from the cities up north. Flew it to Florida and back twice. My airplane has no starter and had to be hand propped, hand started. No radios, no Sat Nav, no GPS, navigated by "dead reckoning".
One trip I took off from Ohio and headed south only to discover that the jet stream with a predicted 50 mph wind out of the North, actually had a shear at the altitude I was flying and was 70 mph out of the South...a head wind.
I was enjoying the flight and it took me awhile to notice that the wind was blowing me backwards.
My ground speed was less than my airspeed.
Yep, that was an interesting moment but I was getting bored anyway so I woke up and became aware and alert and calculated my vector backwards and turned to crab into the wind, then with the wind.
It was a different world, just like that. From safe and soothing and boring to a totally new and unknown condition. Mathematically fatal with death everywhere I looked. In retrospect, I may have found more excitement and adventure than I could handle.
My flight instructor had casually mentioned one day that half his students quit, dropped out, before they were expected to solo.
I was in the other half and looked forward eagerly to that hour. 8 hours of dual instruction and you could fly by yourself.
So many good memories.
Anyway, airplanes, especially small ones never land with the wind.
I had to find a new airport somewhere along the new vector where I could turn and land.
I did that and turned Base leg at 2,000 feet above the runway. Pointed the nose straight at the ground and kept the airspeed below the red line, pulled up just below the tree line and flared into a perfect landing.
Of course we student pilots never were trained in that sort of flying. Totally new experience.
My trip was delayed for a few days while I waited for more favorable weather.
I journeyed on to Florida and wound up trading the airplane for a 40 foot power boat with too much space, a nifty flybridge, and two blown engines.
I spent a year rebuilding the engines and looking at the stars at night from the flybridge.
Then I ran out of money and.... well, life is full of challenges and is always changing with the seasons.
I personally have accepted a future that will include a hunter-gather existence.
But...
I am not ready for the .anarchy, murder and cannibalism that the collapse of western civilization will bring.
How did we allow so many unsuitable rulers to steer us towards this path, this place of darkness.
Less trained, less able and less everything that even a new pilot was expected to master.
How will we ever vote ourselves out of this mess that we did not vote ourselves into?
Besides the functionality problems of wind power, the blades are apparently made with highly toxic chemicals which are major hazards to the environment and destroy clean water tables. Plus they can’t be recycled. So not only are they expensive and unreliable, but they are actually terrible for the environment.
It looks like the same old news - with the names changed - ideological interference in markets which begets opportunities for sharp operators which begets price hikes which begets more ideological interference in markets. We'd do a lot better without a state that thinks it knows everything.
"Persistent, traumatic grief can cause us to cycle thru through the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance."
Text book definition.
As we grieve over the loss of modern civilization we must learn to accept the world that will be...
I live in Florida now but grew up in Ohio and enjoyed the seasons. Sometimes now I miss the snow but have not bothered to travel to see it.
We can walk on the beach almost every day of the year, here in Florida, after we drive 10 miles to do that. I will miss cars and power boats and motorcycles.
Airplanes, I had a Piper Cub when I was younger and flew into mountain meadows from the cities up north. Flew it to Florida and back twice. My airplane has no starter and had to be hand propped, hand started. No radios, no Sat Nav, no GPS, navigated by "dead reckoning".
One trip I took off from Ohio and headed south only to discover that the jet stream with a predicted 50 mph wind out of the North, actually had a shear at the altitude I was flying and was 70 mph out of the South...a head wind.
I was enjoying the flight and it took me awhile to notice that the wind was blowing me backwards.
My ground speed was less than my airspeed.
Yep, that was an interesting moment but I was getting bored anyway so I woke up and became aware and alert and calculated my vector backwards and turned to crab into the wind, then with the wind.
It was a different world, just like that. From safe and soothing and boring to a totally new and unknown condition. Mathematically fatal with death everywhere I looked. In retrospect, I may have found more excitement and adventure than I could handle.
My flight instructor had casually mentioned one day that half his students quit, dropped out, before they were expected to solo.
I was in the other half and looked forward eagerly to that hour. 8 hours of dual instruction and you could fly by yourself.
So many good memories.
Anyway, airplanes, especially small ones never land with the wind.
I had to find a new airport somewhere along the new vector where I could turn and land.
I did that and turned Base leg at 2,000 feet above the runway. Pointed the nose straight at the ground and kept the airspeed below the red line, pulled up just below the tree line and flared into a perfect landing.
Of course we student pilots never were trained in that sort of flying. Totally new experience.
My trip was delayed for a few days while I waited for more favorable weather.
I journeyed on to Florida and wound up trading the airplane for a 40 foot power boat with too much space, a nifty flybridge, and two blown engines.
I spent a year rebuilding the engines and looking at the stars at night from the flybridge.
Then I ran out of money and.... well, life is full of challenges and is always changing with the seasons.
I personally have accepted a future that will include a hunter-gather existence.
But...
I am not ready for the .anarchy, murder and cannibalism that the collapse of western civilization will bring.
How did we allow so many unsuitable rulers to steer us towards this path, this place of darkness.
Less trained, less able and less everything that even a new pilot was expected to master.
How will we ever vote ourselves out of this mess that we did not vote ourselves into?
Besides the functionality problems of wind power, the blades are apparently made with highly toxic chemicals which are major hazards to the environment and destroy clean water tables. Plus they can’t be recycled. So not only are they expensive and unreliable, but they are actually terrible for the environment.
It looks like the same old news - with the names changed - ideological interference in markets which begets opportunities for sharp operators which begets price hikes which begets more ideological interference in markets. We'd do a lot better without a state that thinks it knows everything.