BENNY ZABLE INDIAN PEE VIGIL

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BENNY ZABLE, & THE FAKE "REVOLUTION"

Remy Crapolier and Sherwood Fartnsmelly are so isolated from the real people of the Hudson Valley that they misread everything into which they come in contact. There is no intimidation of local people to accept Indian Point. Everybody wants to work there. Those who don't work there maintain independent service businesses, caterers, gardeners, carpenters, all the skilled trades, fabrication shops, electrical suppliers- you name it - the list of people doing business with Indian Point is long, long, indeed, and the relationships are cordial. Those who neither work or trade with Indian Point, appreciate the steady uplift the plant creates. Electricity, yes. The power is always there, without soot, noise or insult, and the Indian Point staff are family people, raising kids, leading cub scout packs, coaching baseball teams, volunteering as EMT's & firemen. This is America. These are our neighbors, and I myself have lived right here for 6 decades. My father lived right here for 9 decades. That's 15 cumulative decades.

When will these two oddballs wake up, that it is THEM who have a problem. (If indeed there is any problem at all). Several disinterested observers have noted that both of these guys avoid the standard environmental activist groups, because basically, they are hyping themselves, and joining Riverkeeper would just make them anonymous. ( I have been a dues paying member of both Riverkeeper and Scenic Hudson for 20 years).They are antinuke wannabes , to the Nth degree, and nothing more. They want Myspace seduction victims to send them $100 each (they have already asked for it).

Crapolier, born in France, living off his Mom's inheritance, in her house in Weston Connecticut (he's 57...she's still alive) has never worked, as most Americans know the meaning of that word. He has skated for almost 60 years off of Mom's indulgence, sells marijuana over the web (as "Hemp Protein"), does S&M bondage photography, has no children, and has never been married. Is this the avatar, the spokesman, the leader that "Poor Slumbering Peekskill" wants.... to lead them to "Liberty"? You decide. This fruitball freak belongs nowhere, and not in Peekskill, either.

Fartnsmelly has a similar domestic case. He is 52, does not work, never had any children, and is supported by a wife who works at Bronx Community College. Daughter of a noted Italian-American sculptor, she remains a respected person, despite her bad choice in granting Sherwood her family name (He took her name when they married). Observers have noted that if any bad debts or arrest warrants were out there , seeking Sherwood, that he has attained maximum cover via his kindly (but much demeaned) wife.

Whatever fruity bullshit Crapolier writes, he opposes everything that Peekskillers want, and he is out of it. Neither of these birds is important enough to worry about, I just watch them from afar, to keep them honest.... kind of like keeping a cockroach farm in a glass jar. I don't even need raid.... in the end, they will eat each other.

Remy, you foreign-born space-cadet liar!
In 2006 you photographed Betcee May across the river, at Thompkin's Cove. You were NEVER near Indian Point (I have the picture right here). Betcee May now calls you a freak, and hates your guts. Why?

"Hundreds of Union Members Standing guard around Peekskill making sure nobody gets out of line"? Are you daft? If an S&M photographer visits my town, YES, I want to know it. Your posters disappeared? Ever think they were offensive to the people whose town you were visiting? Nobody stands guard, but maybe somebody should, if you intend to come around offering our kids "Hemp Powder Supplements" (Pot).

Shame on YOU Remy, for never working, for never marrying, for ripping off Native American Pow Wows as antinuke protest venues (I myself have worked dozens of Pow Wows as a musician..... While there, I paid attention to tribal realities..... not my own.)

Alice Slater, the grants distribution executive behind Benny Zable, and his 12,000 mile trip here, has Helaine Heilbrunn Lerner's $265 million dollar Tamarind Foundation paying fake revolutionaries like you to storm around the east coast and pretend there is an antinuke movement (there is not). There is just Alice Slater's fake "Women in Pink", her fake "Benny Zable", and NOW it seems, her fake Remy Crapolier.

Nobody is listening. Nobody cares. Be glad the Peekskill people are so magnanimous, that no harm came to your little freak show. Some of the teenagers along Park Street don't like sexually odd strangers hanging out. They might just razz you. (Wasn't Sherwood's arm broken, at the Paramount theater, by Grateful dead fans)?

One item of note, though: In a desperate effort to simulate an antinuke movement, Alice Slater was forced this time, to reach half way around the planet and import the Australian anarchist Benny Zable, because nobody local wanted the job.

There IS no antinuke movement, and that's what Sherwood and Remy complain about, ad nauseam. If there was an antinuke movement, they could have settled down long ago into collecting $5 here, $20 there, and been on their merry way. But its just the two of 'em. (and maybe a dozen other old communist leftovers like octagenarian Connie Hogarth, or maybe Kevin & Pam Timmons...350 Funk Rd, Schodack Landing NY, ...518-732-1248).

I guess, if Remy's Mom says yes. and Sherwood's wife agrees, ... they can collect from each other., (or Trustco Bank) and finally find happiness.

I think that's what they actually do.

IS PORKIE A CAVEMAN?

Is it possible to be so isolated, so eccentric, and have such a unique view of reality, that the sum effect is tantamount to living as a caveman? Can the scanning of dense indecipherable documents by a caveman bring any useful results? Just because a caveman stays at a Holiday Inn one night (in the dumpster, of course), does that make him suddenly NOT the only Neanderthal in town? Is a "Quest For Fire" a smart thing, when everybody else has electric heating?

Had the engineering world remained stuck in a 1979 time warp, much of what Porgie Tirebiter writes about EPRI research into aging management might seem to an outsider to be true. However, what is NOT contained in any report, is the difference in methodology, a rennaissance of ways and means, that has taken place since the current array of nuclear power plants was designed and built.

Prior to the general, routine use of computer calculation to model engineering problems, the community of responsible engineers faced a large problem of calculability. Its a tough word CALCULABILITY. Sliderules, and small hand calculators were the only tools available before the 1983 introduction of the PC, and Lotus123. Large problems, such as designing buildings, were thought to be not calculable, to any precision.

Actually, they could have been precisely modeled, but the time required would have meant either years of repeat calcs, each time changing the input a little, or else whole gymnasiums full of willing engineers, each one doing a slightly different math run. To do business, to get results in a timely fashion, so that a profit could be made, and safe buildings could be built in months, instead of in decades, required a different tactic.

The tactic used, was the limiting case.(By another, less attractive name, it has also been called the "worst case scenario".) The limiting case was used in tandem with the "safety factor" in a specific way, to intentionally overbuild everything, just to be sure. Not knowing exactly where a concrete dome would fail, engineers calculated the strength they thought would be required at its worst case, and then multiplied their result by five (the safety factor), and the dome was built accordingly.

The fleet of 104 American nuclear plants is therefore built much stronger than it needs to be, in fact. It is also much stronger than it needs to be in every detail, because every detail, such as thickness of a pipe, the amount of rebar in a concrete wall, the number of anchors holding a support to the rock, etc., was calculated by the same obsolete intentional overkill.

Intentional overkill was the best tool they had, back then.

But not now.

What Porgie sees as a vast evil conspiracy to allow failure (and cover it up) is not that at all.Porgie assumes everything done by any corporation is evil, and he assumes that everything either done, or not done, by NRC is a failure to live up to something. However, he forgets that the 104 plant owners, and the NRC do not exist to educate Porgie in Engineering realities, but to serve the public.

EPRI research is done to discover, with modern precision, just how strong the plants really are. Yes, it is calculated at each plant, because each plant IS different. Yes, there is no overall program of making results known to the public, because it is ongoing, it is vastly complicated, it is funded by individual plant owners, and thus too huge an information store for Porgie (or any other civilian) to understand. What Porgie sees as an NRC "conspiracy" to "hide" the facts of plant aging from activists, is simply the collection of 104 sets of separate results, and the conscientious use of those results to individually manage the individual plants. No plant owner wants any failures. Each plant owner wants a viable long-lived asset, to provide his paid service to the communities of customers thirsting for power.

Porgie not only omits any consideration of the 80% of the public who are not offended by the plants (like he is), but he omits any consideration of the 100% of the public who are using their services right now.

Are you willing to pay your electic bill, so you can have modern civilization? Of course you are. This is not some sleazy "conspiracy", it is the civil compact of our very society. Porgie misreads this banal cooperation, as some dark plot to confuse activists, hermits, and those "illuminati" who "realize" that its better to live in a cave, than to allow humankind to utilize the power in the atomic nucleus.

From that eccentric's, hermit's, caveman's point of view, I guess that yes, it may be a plot. Sorry, Porg!
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Remy Crapolier, Inveterate Loser ?

BGA is a standard non-nuclear engineering firm with a long, well established relationship with (C E), drawing blueprints, and they only ever worked at (IP)as a (CE)blueprint contractor, doing menial drafting work, and did no (N) work at all. When (En) bought (IP), the synergy between BGA & (CE) meant that BGA more or less ceased doing any work at (IP). (September 2001).

So, to call BGA "nuclear" is not only wrong on facts, its just one more instance of RemyCrapolier straining to make everything fit his latest cracked promotional ideas, and cover up his own personal oddities, unsuitability, and foulups once again.

What normal people in the public domain see, is an unmarried 57 year old eccentric, unable to get along with Betcee May, unable to get along with Summer Raine Oaks, and most likely unable to get along in a natural way , with any woman at all. (unless she's in Dominatrix drag, and whipping him).

In point of fact, within the "Green Explosion" that's big right now,
a mamasboy / Geriatric / Gurdjieff-cult / Sado-masochistic / anti-nooklear /
UFO-chasing / Pro-marijuana / French-Born Native American activism is a decidedly fringe phenomenon, obviously bonkers, and liable to be left out of the running no matter who ever hires Betcee May, BGA, or Ms. Oaks.

Oh, and by the way, in 2006, the extra-terrestrial Redman Remy wrote: "The other day I woke up and decided to save the world, by coming out against Indian Point". So what's this "Long Term Antinuclear Stance" you're talking about? It's one year old, pal. When your bogus "Enviro Library" fizzled in 2005, and the Tiki nights dried up in 2006, you sought a new promotion, and (IP) was it. That makes you nothing more than an opportunist manque. And Stacy Fine now owns your concert idea. Nice going!

Tell your unemployed friend Steve Fuller I said hi.

For those who need to find out more...ckeck out:

http://green-nuclear-butterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-let-chevalier-hustle-movement.html

INDIAN POINT "THEME" USED BY MANIAC TO COLLECT $1

Sherwood Fartnsmelly, Nowhere to Puke.


Sherwood Fartnsmelly, schuyster con artist now bilking $1 out of innocent Myspace minors via bad writing, bad English, and very, very bad intentions, harps on & on about impossible scenarios, because the man has no other thoughts, no other interests, no peer group, no friends, no information about anything, and no reason to post on the web.


If he just wants to service his well-advertised "Open Marriage", he might do better to simply advertise in the personals columns of the Pennysaver (he might already be doing this).... but Sherwood wants to feel "Special", so he goes on and on about crap that everybody else is fed up hearing about, digging himself deeper and deeper into a small, lonely below-ground space with no decorations, no air holes, no entrance, no exit, no phone, no internet connection, nothing but rats, bugs, mold, and darkness.


But the thrill of getting even ONE web reply is so great to this major faux pretender, that he keeps it up, because nobody wants a garden landscaped right now, and he's gotten too lazy and "too committed" (ha ha ha) to ever do any work again. Yeah, he is now fooling himself, too, as well as the 12 year olds who view his predatory Myspace flypaper site. Forget his nincompoop wife, who he scammed into providing him with house, home, a cover-name to evade his past with..... she still thinks he's the "dreamdragon" from 5 years ago. But he's not.


The degradation due to drug & alcohol use has brought on a severe egotistical dementia, and the man is hell bent on becoming a celebrity. In short, he is exhibiting the same autosexual obsessive traits as his new mentor-in-madness.... Remy Crapolier. If Remy existed for 57 years as Momma's boy, with no income, chasing UFO stories, and running Tiki nights at bars, well.... why not old Sherwood the Deadwood?


Here's an idea for ya, Sher. Go over to Division street, and offer to perform every Friday night as an "Activist Poet" for free, at one of the little bistros. You can sit in a small spotlight, and test your ideas with customers face to face, instead of hiding in a deceptive, isolating website, like you have started doing of late. Maybe Pina, or somebody, can do little chalk portraits of the audience members, and gather names & phone numbers for ya. I'm sure you can get somebody with a guitar to fill in during your off sets. Peekskill can then be revived into an antinuke neo-Greenwich Village, with YOU at the center of it. Do it for 6 months, and the Journal News can interview you getting applauded, and Pina doing public art "for the cause". It would cost you nothing to do.Remy can photograph it all, and put it in his LU magazine. Oh, there IS no Lu magazine? Oh, sorry about that.



Here's another one...... walk naked from Division Street, down to the train station, with your body painted flourescent green, and Remy filming the "procession". Call it "Action Art". You will DEFINITELY get in the news if you have the nougats to pull THAT one off. But you won't. No guts. No committment. It also could be done absolutely for free.But You just blog, and blog, and blog. Why? to suck in the unsuspecting young people that you wish you were, but are not, and get cash from strangers. It's pitiful, really.


You are NOT an activist.


You are a scheming scam artist, a beggar with a big head, who needs a shave.


And, .... sorry, pal, but there's no Green Simulated Butt-Fly, either.


Just a disorganized tawdry scam blog, bilking kids for money.


For Shame, Sher...... For Shame!


And oh yeah.... we have to add these tags, (like you do)..to get indexed in Technorati:
Indian Point Nuclear Activism Radiation Death Cancer Doom Gloom Sherwood Martinelli Dolls

without those tags..... who would even notice?

INDIAN POINT DOLLY DELUGE BEGINS !

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Even WITHOUT a right hand, look at all the great dollies we've played with , and just in the last 2 hours!

WOOPS.... that top one is just my LEFT HAND!
Sorry folks.

Now lets get some great tag action going,
by using the two magic fame-inducing words....

"INDIAN POINT"

Your Dolly Buddys, Porkie'n'Rem

WHY GREEN NUCLEAR BUTTERFLY SUPPORTS INDIAN POINT

Why the U.S. Needs More Nuclear Power


Your typical city dweller doesn’t know just how much coal and uranium he burns each year. On Lake Shore Drive in Chicago—where the numbers are fairly representative of urban America as a whole—the answer is (roughly): four tons and a few ounces. In round numbers, tons of coal generate about half of the typical city’s electric power; ounces of uranium, about 17 percent; natural gas and hydro take care of the rest. New York is a bit different: an apartment dweller on the Upper West Side substitutes two tons of oil (or the equivalent in natural gas) for Chicago’s four tons of coal. The oil-tons get burned at plants like the huge oil/gas unit in Astoria, Queens. The uranium ounces get split at Indian Point in Westchester, 35 miles north of the city, as well as at the Ginna, Fitzpatrick, and Nine Mile Point units upstate, and at additional plants in Connecticut, New Jersey, and New Hampshire.
That’s the stunning thing about nuclear power: tiny quantities of raw material can do so much. A bundle of enriched-uranium fuel-rods that could fit into a two-bedroom apartment in Hell’s Kitchen would power the city for a year: furnaces, espresso machines, subways, streetlights, stock tickers, Times Square, everything—even our cars and taxis, if we could conveniently plug them into the grid. True, you don’t want to stack fuel rods in midtown Manhattan; you don’t in fact want to stack them casually on top of one another anywhere. But in suitable reactors, situated, say, 50 miles from the city on a few hundred acres of suitably fortified and well-guarded real estate, two rooms’ worth of fuel could electrify it all.
Think of our solitary New Yorker on the Upper West Side as a 1,400-watt bulb that never sleeps—that’s the national per-capita average demand for electric power from homes, factories, businesses, the lot. Our average citizen burns about twice as bright at 4 PM in August, and a lot dimmer at 4 AM in December; grown-ups burn more than kids, the rich more than the poor; but it all averages out: 14 floor lamps per person, lit round the clock. Convert this same number back into a utility’s supply-side jargon, and a million people need roughly 1.4 “gigs” of power—1.4 gigawatts (GW). Running at peak power, Entergy’s two nuclear units at Indian Point generate just under 2 GW. So just four Indian Points could take care of New York City’s 7-GW round-the-clock average. Six could handle its peak load of about 11.5 GW. And if we had all-electric engines, machines, and heaters out at the receiving end, another ten or so could power all the cars, ovens, furnaces—everything else in the city that oil or gas currently fuels.
For such a nuclear-powered future to arrive, however, we’ll need to get beyond our nuclear-power past. In the now-standard histories, the beginning of the end of nuclear power arrived on March 28, 1979, with the meltdown of the uranium core at Three Mile Island in Pennsylvania. The Chernobyl disaster seven years later drove the final nail into the nuclear coffin. It didn’t matter that the Three Mile Island containment vessel had done its job and prevented any significant release of radioactivity, or that Soviet reactors operated within a system that couldn’t build a safe toaster oven. Uranium was finished.
Three Mile Island came on the heels of the first great energy shock to hit America. On October 19, 1973, King Faisal ordered a 25 percent reduction in Saudi Arabia’s oil shipments to the United States, launching the Arab oil embargo. Oil supplies would tighten and prices would rise from then on, experts predicted. It would take some time, but oil was finished, too.
Five months after Three Mile Island, the nation’s first energy secretary summed up our predicament: “The energy future is bleak,” James R. Schlesinger declared, “and is likely to grow bleaker in the decade ahead. We must rapidly adjust our economics to a condition of chronic stringency in traditional energy supplies.” Fortunately, some argued, the U.S. could manage on less—much less. Smaller, more fuel-efficient cars were gaining favor, and rising gas prices would curb demand. The nation certainly didn’t need any new giant electric power plants—efficiency and the development of renewable sources of power would suffice. “The long-run supply curve for electricity is as flat as the Kansas horizon,” noted one right-thinking energy sage.
In the ensuing decades, however, American oil consumption rose 15 percent and electricity use almost doubled. Many people aren’t happy about it. Protecting our oil-supply lines entangles us with feudal theocracies and the fanatical sects that they spawn. The coal that we burn to generate so much of our electricity pollutes the air and may warm the planet. What to do? All sober and thoughtful energy pundits at the New York Times, Greenpeace, and the Harvard Divinity School agree: the answer to both problems is . . . efficiency and the development of renewable sources of power. Nevertheless, the secretary of energy, his boss (now a Texas oilman, not a Georgia peanut farmer), and the rest of the country should look elsewhere.
The U.S. today consumes about 100 quads—100 quadrillion BTUs—of raw thermal energy per year. We do three basic things with it: generate electricity (about 40 percent of the raw energy consumed), move vehicles (30 percent), and produce heat (30 percent). Oil is the fuel of transportation, of course. We principally use natural gas to supply raw heat, though it’s now making steady inroads into electric power generation. Fueling electric power plants are mainly (in descending order) coal, uranium, natural gas, and rainfall, by way of hydroelectricity.
This sharp segmentation emerged relatively recently, and there’s no reason to think it’s permanent. After all, developing economies use trees and pasture as fuel for heat and transportation, and don’t generate much electricity at all. A century ago, coal was the all-purpose fuel of industrial economies: coal furnaces provided heat, and coal-fired steam engines powered trains, factories, and the early electric power plants. From the 1930s until well into the 1970s, oil fueled not just cars but many electric power plants, too. And by 2020, electricity almost certainly will have become the new cross-cutting “fuel” in both stationary and mobile applications.
That shift is already under way. About 60 percent of the fuel we use today isn’t oil but coal, uranium, natural gas, and gravity—all making electricity. Electricity has met almost all of the growth in U.S. energy demand since the 1980s. About 60 percent of our GDP now comes from industries and services that use electricity as their front-end “fuel”—in 1950, the figure was only 20 percent. The fastest growth sectors of the economy—information technology and telecom, notably—depend entirely on electricity for fuel, almost none of it oil-generated. Electrically powered information technology accounts for some 60 percent of new capital spending.
Electricity is taking over ever more of the thermal sector, too. A microwave oven displaces much of what a gas stove once did in a kitchen. So, too, lasers, magnetic fields, microwaves, and other forms of high-intensity photon power provide more precise, calibrated heating than do conventional ovens in manufacturing and the industrial processing of materials. These electric cookers (broadly defined) are now replacing conventional furnaces, ovens, dryers, and welders to heat air, water, foods, and chemicals, to cure paints and glues, to forge steel, and to weld ships. Over the next two decades, such trends will move another 15 percent or so of our energy economy from conventional thermal to electrically powered processes. And that will shift about 15 percent of our oil-and-gas demand to whatever primary fuels we’ll then be using to generate electricity.
Electricity is also taking over the power train in transportation—not the engine itself, but the system that drives power throughout the car. Running in confined tunnels as they do, subways had to be all-electric from the get-go. More recently, diesel-electric locomotives and many of the monster trucks used in mining have made the transition to electric drive trains. Though the oil-fired combustion engine is still there, it’s now just an onboard electric generator that propels only electrons.
Most significantly, the next couple of decades will see us convert to the hybrid gasoline-and-electric car. A steadily rising fraction of the power produced under the hood of a car already is used to generate electricity: electrical modules are replacing components that belts, gears, pulleys, and shafts once drove. Steering, suspension, brakes, fans, pumps, and valves will eventually go electric; in the end, electricity will drive the wheels, too. Gas prices and environmental mandates have little to do with this changeover. The electric drive train simply delivers better performance, lower cost, and less weight.
The policy implications are enormous. Outfitted with a fully electric power train, most of the car—everything but its prime mover—looks like a giant electrical appliance. This appliance won’t run any great distance on batteries alone, given today’s battery technology. But a substantial battery pack on board will provide surges of power when needed. And that makes possible at least some “refueling” of the car from the electricity grid. As cars get more electric, an infrastructure of battery-recharging stations will grow apace, probably in driveways and parking lots, where most cars spend most of their time.
Once you’ve got the wheels themselves running on electricity, the basic economics strongly favor getting that electricity from the grid if you can. Burning $2-a-gallon gasoline, the power generated by current hybrid-car engines costs about 35 cents per kilowatt-hour. Many utilities, though, sell off-peak power for much less: 2 to 4 cents per kilowatt-hour. The nationwide residential price is still only 8.5 cents or so. (Peak rates in Manhattan are higher because of the city’s heavy dependence on oil and gas, but not enough to change the basic arithmetic.) Grid kilowatts are cheaper because cheaper fuels generate them and because utility power plants run a lot more efficiently than car engines.
The gas tank and combustion engine won’t disappear anytime soon, but in the imminent future, grid power will (in effect) begin to top off the tank in between the short trips that account for most driving. All-electric vehicles flopped in the 1990s because batteries can’t store sufficient power for long weekend trips. But plug-in hybrids do have a gasoline tank for the long trips. And the vast majority of the most fuel-hungry trips are under six miles—within the range of the 2 to 5 kWh capacity of the onboard nickel-metal-hydride batteries in hybrids already on the road, and easily within the range of emerging automotive-class lithium batteries. Nationally, some 10 percent of hybrid cars could end up running almost entirely on the grid, as they travel less than six miles per day. Stick an extra 90 pounds—$800 worth—of nickel-metal-hydride batteries in a hybrid, recharge in garages and parking lots, and you can shift roughly 25 percent of a typical driver’s fuel-hungriest miles to the grid. Urban drivers could go long stretches without going near a gas station. The technology for replacing (roughly) one pint of gasoline with one pound of coal or under one ounce of uranium to feed one kilowatt-hour of power to the wheels is now close at hand.
So today we use 40 percent of our fuel to power the plug, and the plug powers 60 percent of GDP. And with the ascent of microwaves, lasers, hybrid wheels, and such, we’re moving to 60 and 80 percent, respectively, soon. And then, in due course, 100/100. We’re turning to electricity as fuel because it can do more, faster, in much less space—indeed, it’s by far the fastest and purest form of power yet tamed for ubiquitous use. Small wonder that demand for it keeps growing.
We’ve been meeting half of that new demand by burning an extra 400 million tons of coal a year, with coal continuing to supply half of our wired power. Natural gas, the fossil fuel grudgingly favored by most environmentalists, has helped meet the new demand, too: it’s back at 16 percent of electricity generated, where it was two decades ago, after dropping sharply for a time. Astonishingly, over this same period, uranium’s share of U.S. electricity has also risen—from 11 percent to its current 20 percent. Part of the explanation is more nuclear power plants. Even though Three Mile Island put an end to the commissioning of new facilities, some already under construction at the time later opened, with the plant count peaking at 112 in 1990. Three Mile Island also impelled plant operators to develop systematic procedures for sharing information and expertise, and plants that used to run seven months per year now run almost eleven. Uranium has thus displaced about eight percentage points of oil, and five points of hydroelectric, in the expanding electricity market.
Renewable fuels, by contrast, made no visible dent in energy supplies, despite the hopes of Greens and the benefits of government-funded research, subsidies, and tax breaks. About a half billion kWh of electricity came from solar power in 2002—roughly 0.013 percent of the U.S. total. Wind power contributed another 0.27 percent. Fossil and nuclear fuels still completely dominate the U.S. energy supply, as in all industrialized economies.
The other great hope of environmentalists, efficiency, did improve over the last couple of decades—very considerably, in fact. Air conditioners, car engines, industrial machines, lightbulbs, refrigerator motors—without exception, all do much more, with much less, than they used to. Yet in aggregate, they burn more fuel, too. Boosting efficiency actually raises consumption, as counterintuitive as that sounds. The more efficient a car, the cheaper the miles; the more efficient a refrigerator, the cheaper the ice; and at the end of the day, we use more efficient technology so much more that total energy consumption goes up, not down.
We’re burning our 40 quads of raw fuel to generate about 3.5 trillion kilowatt-hours of electricity per year; if the automotive plug-and-play future does unfold on schedule, we’ll need as much as 7 trillion kWh per year by 2025. How should we generate the extra trillions of kilowatt-hours?
With hydrogen, the most optimistic Green visionaries reply—produced by solar cells or windmills. But it’s not possible to take such proposals seriously. New York City consumes so much energy that you’d need, at a minimum, to cover two cities with solar cells to power a single city (see “How Cities Green the Planet,” Winter 2000). No conceivable mix of solar and wind could come close to supplying the trillions of additional kilowatt-hours of power we’ll soon need.
Nuclear power could do it—easily. In all key technical respects, it is the antithesis of solar power. A quad’s worth of solar-powered wood is a huge forest—beautiful to behold, but bulky and heavy. Pound for pound, coal stores about twice as much heat. Oil beats coal by about twice as much again. And an ounce of enriched-uranium fuel equals about 4 tons of coal, or 15 barrels of oil. That’s why minuscule quantities contained in relatively tiny reactors can power a metropolis.
What’s more, North America has vast deposits of uranium ore, and scooping it up is no real challenge. Enrichment accounts for about half of the fuel’s cost, and enrichment technologies keep improving. Proponents of solar and wind power maintain—correctly—that the underlying technologies for these energy sources keep getting cheaper, but so do those that squeeze power out of conventional fuels. The lasers coming out of the same semiconductor fabs that build solar cells could enrich uranium a thousand times more efficiently than the gaseous-diffusion processes currently used.
And we also know this: left to its own devices, the market has not pursued thin, low-energy-density fuels, however cheap, but has instead paid steep premiums for fuels that pack more energy into less weight and space, and for power plants that pump greater power out of smaller engines, furnaces, generators, reactors, and turbines. Until the 1970s, engineering and economic imperatives had been pushing the fuel mix inexorably up the power-density curve, from wood to coal to oil to uranium. And the same held true on the demand side, with consumers steadily shifting toward fuels carrying more power, delivered faster, in less space.
Then King Faisal and Three Mile Island shattered our confidence and convinced regulators, secretaries of energy, and even a president that just about everything that the economists and engineers thought they knew about energy was wrong. So wrong that we had to reverse completely the extraordinarily successful power policies of the past.
New York has certainly felt the effects of that reversal. In 1965, the Long Island Lighting Company (LILCO) announced plans to build a $75 million nuclear plant in Suffolk County, to come on line by 1973; soon after, it purchased a 455-acre site between Shoreham and Wading River. A bit later, LILCO decided to increase Shoreham’s size and said it wanted to build several other nuclear plants in the area. Public resistance and federal regulators delayed Shoreham’s completion. Then Three Mile Island happened. In the aftermath, regulators required plant operators to devise evacuation plans in coordination with state and local governments. In early 1983, newly elected governor Mario Cuomo and the Suffolk County legislature both declared that no evacuation plan would ever be feasible and safe. That was that. By the time the state fully decommissioned Shoreham in 1994, its price tag had reached $6 billion—and the plant had never started full-power commercial operation. To pay for it all, Long Island electric rates skyrocketed.
What scared many New Yorkers—and thus many politicians—away from nuclear power was what had originally attracted the engineers and the utility economists to it: nuclear facilities use a unique fuel, burned, in its fashion, in relatively tiny reactors, to generate gargantuan amounts of power. Do it all just right, end to end, and you get cheap, abundant power, and King Faisal can’t do a thing about it. But the raw material itself, packing so much power into so little material, is inherently dangerous. Sufficiently bad engineering can result in a Three Mile Island or a Chernobyl. And these days, there’s the fear that poor security might enable terrorists to pull off something even worse.
How worried should we really be in 2005 that accidents or attacks might release and disperse a nuclear power plant’s radioactive fuel? Not very. Our civilian nuclear industry has dramatically improved its procedures and safety-related hardware since 1979. Several thousand reactor-years of statistics since Three Mile Island clearly show that these power plants are extraordinarily reliable in normal operation.
And uranium’s combination of power and super-density makes the fuel less of a terror risk, not more, at least from an engineering standpoint. It’s easy to “overbuild” the protective walls and containment systems of nuclear facilities, since—like the pyramids—the payload they’re built to shield is so small. Protecting skyscrapers is hard; no builder can afford to erect a hundred times more wall than usable space. Guaranteeing the integrity of a jumbo jet’s fuel tanks is impossible; the tanks have to fly. Shielding a nuclear plant’s tiny payload is easy—just erect more steel, pour more concrete, and build tougher perimeters.
In fact, it’s a safety challenge that we have already met. Today’s plants split atoms behind super-thick layers of steel and concrete; future plants would boast thicker protection still. All the numbers, and the strong consensus in the technical community, reinforce the projections made two decades ago: it is extremely unlikely that there will ever be a serious release of nuclear materials from a U.S. reactor.
What about the economic cost of nuclear power? Wind and sun are free, of course. But if the cost of fuel were all that mattered, the day of too-cheap-to-meter nuclear power would now be here—nearer, certainly, than too-cheap-to-meter solar power. Raw fuel accounts for over half the delivered cost of electricity generated in gas-fired turbines, about one-third of coal-fired power, and just a tenth of nuclear electricity. Factor in the cost of capital equipment, and the cheapest electrons come from uranium and coal, not sun and wind. What we pay for at our electric meter is increasingly like what we pay for at fancy restaurants: not the raw calories, but the fine linen, the service, and the chef’s ineffable artistry. In our overall energy accounts, the sophisticated power-conversion hardware matters more every year, and the cost of raw fuel matters less.
This in itself is great news for America. We’re good at large-scale hardware; we build it ourselves and keep building it cheaper. The average price of U.S. electricity fell throughout the twentieth century, and it has kept falling since, except in egregiously mismanaged markets such as California’s.
The cheap, plentiful power does terrific things for labor productivity and overall employment. As Lewis E. Lehrman notes, rising employment strongly correlates with rising supplies of low-cost energy. It takes energy to get the increasingly mobile worker to the increasingly distant workplace, and energy to process materials and power the increasingly advanced machines that shape and assemble those materials.
Most of the world, Europe aside, now recognizes this point. Workers in Asia and India are swiftly gaining access to the powered machines that steadily boosted the productivity of the American factory worker throughout the twentieth century. And the electricity driving those machines comes from power plants designed—and often built—by U.S. vendors. The power is a lot less expensive than ours, though, since it is generated the old-fashioned forget-the-environment way. There is little bother about protecting the river or scrubbing the smoke. China’s answer to the 2-gigawatt Hoover Dam on the Colorado River is the Three Gorges project, an 18-gigawatt dam on the Yangtze River. Combine cheaper supplies of energy with ready access to heavy industrial machines, and it’s hard to see how foreign laborers cannot close the productivity gap that has historically enabled American workers to remain competitive at considerably higher wages. Unless, that is, the United States keeps on pushing the productivity of its own workforce out ahead of its competitors. That—inevitably—means expanding our power supply and keeping it affordable, and deploying even more advanced technologies of powered production. Nuclear power would help keep the twenty-first-century U.S. economy globally competitive.
Greens don’t want to hear it, but nuclear power makes the most environmental sense, too. Nuclear wastes pose no serious engineering problems. Uranium is such an energy-rich fuel that the actual volume of waste is tiny compared with that of other fuels, and is easily converted from its already-stable ceramic form as a fuel into an even more stable glass-like compound, and just as easily deposited in deep geological formations, themselves stable for tens of millions of years. And what has Green antinuclear activism achieved since the seventies? Not the reduction in demand for energy that it had hoped for but a massive increase in the use of coal, which burns less clean than uranium.
Many Greens think that they have a good grip on the likely trajectory of the planet’s climate over the next 100 years. If we keep burning fossil fuels at current rates, their climate models tell them, we’ll face a meltdown on a much larger scale than Chernobyl’s, beginning with the polar ice caps. Saving an extra 400 million tons of coal here and there—roughly the amount of carbon that the United States would have to stop burning to comply with the Kyoto Protocol today—would make quite a difference, we’re told.
But serious Greens must face reality. Short of some convulsion that drastically shrinks the economy, demand for electricity will go on rising. Total U.S. electricity consumption will increase another 20 to 30 percent, at least, over the next ten years. Neither Democrats nor Republicans, moreover, will let the grid go cold—not even if that means burning yet another 400 million more tons of coal. Not even if that means melting the ice caps and putting much of Bangladesh under water. No governor or president wants to be the next Gray Davis, recalled from office when the lights go out.
The power has to come from somewhere. Sun and wind will never come close to supplying it. Earnest though they are, the people who argue otherwise are the folks who brought us 400 million extra tons of coal a year. The one practical technology that could decisively shift U.S. carbon emissions in the near term would displace coal with uranium, since uranium burns emission-free. It’s time even for Greens to embrace the atom.
It must surely be clear by now, too, that the political costs of depending so heavily on oil from the Middle East are just too great. We need to find a way to stop funneling $25 billion a year (or so) of our energy dollars into churning cauldrons of hate and violence. By sharply curtailing our dependence on Middle Eastern oil, we would greatly expand the range of feasible political and military options in dealing with the countries that breed the terrorists.
The best thing we can do to decrease the Middle East’s hold on us is to turn off the spigot ourselves. For economic, ecological, and geopolitical reasons, U.S. policymakers ought to promote electrification on the demand side, and nuclear fuel on the supply side, wherever they reasonably can.

Tags Indian Point, American Survival, Global Warming, High Tech Energy

PUKEY HAS A DATE

Last night was so exciting. Pukey took 3 or 4 extra percacet pain pills just to get ready, splashed on an extra gob of Jovan Musk, and carefully opened the buttons on his lone silk disco-shirt, the one he wore in Aruba.

The loneliness was gonna be over, at last! Soon, very soon, all those semi-anonymous names (about 2 dozen, in total) on the sign-up list , would begin to be matched with faces, with bodies, with phone numbers, with----who knows WHAT!!

The long nights blogging, while wifey snored upstairs were just a thing of the past. Reverend Jesse Jackson's words began ringing in his scruffy , cigarette-ash-filled ears:

I - AM - GONNA - BE- SOME BODY !

At last! Not a puke anymore! More than a feeling ! Tonight's da Night! Tonight Pukey and Looney (the French guy) were gonna get to hand out leaflets! Officially! If NRC granted them permission for a damn table IT MUST MEAN THEY REALLY EXIST, RIGHT?

With butterflies in his tummy (green ones, of course), he ran down the 18 concrete steps from 351 Dyckman, turned right, and jumped into Yardfart, which was parked nose-in across the sidewalk! His mind raced..... "NRC & Me...Wheeeee!" "NRC & Me...Wheeeee!"

"I BEEZE AN ACTIVIST!"

Over long years, the NRC tactic of trying to reach the public, at local meetings, had failed entirely, attracting, instead of "the public", a looney bagattelle of unkempt eccentric walking wounded angry-thingies, monstrosities that came to life once every six months, not under the influence of the full moon, like wolfman, but under the influence OF NRC ITSELF!

Pukey didn't know it yet, but he felt the rush!

He was....

AN NRC GROUPIE, ....AT LAST !!!!

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The Green Nuclear Butterfly Manifesto

People have asked me, Sherwood, Porgie, Pinto, Royce, Dreamdragon, why do you do the things you do?

In an effort to explain my motives, and to WORSHIP THE TRUTH-INFESTED INDIAN SUBCONTINENT, I give you the following:


THE GREEN NUCLEAR BUTTERFLY MANIFESTO!

A need or desire that causes a person to act, why did someone do something? Sometimes a person or groups or nations motivations are obvious sometimes the motivation for action can be subtler. Wellington’s campaign against Napoleon was all planned around getting Napoleon to follow towards Waterloo. The motivation was Wellington had reconnoitered the area years before and thought to himself this would be a great spot for a battle. Sometimes the motivation is arrogance or just a fatal error as in Custer, which was an example of both. All of us have our motivations; very few of us do anything without motivation. Lets take a look at the motivations for the parties involved in 911. I stayed away from 911 for a long time because it was just too painful and I came around slowly to the possibilities of a black op lest I be called conspiracy theorists. To be called a conspiracy theorist is to be admitted to the tin foil hat society because anyone who suspects a conspiracy about anything is a nut. Unless of course you work for military intelligence or the FBI or the CIA or the NSA who have entire floors of office buildings with thousands of operatives and foot soldiers hard working government employees looking day in and day out looking for conspiracies but you and I were nuts! Lets take a look at conspiracy theorist’s motivations, money notoriety or true belief.
Maybe to sell a book or to get attention maybe meet girls and move out of mom’s basement. If conspiracy theorists were to say, “ The moon is controlled by space aliens”. He will not receive any attention; no evidence pro or con and hence no perceived threat. But if I were to say, “Mexican illegal immigrants are smuggling in weapons” No more evidence than space aliens on the moon but Mexican immigrants are real the border is pourous so it seems very possible because it has the most important element fear. Even still I could write letters to the editor and contact media outlets and probably still not get a blip of attention. The NSA the FBI the CIA would pay no attention. But if I were to produce a documentary proposing the government was complicit in 911 or complicit by negligence. Suddenly the media stands up and takes notice, why? Why the intense impassioned resistance, why not just ignore me? Why would magazines run counter arguments? And trot out so called experts to refute that which your eyes tell you. Where have we seen this before? Who does this sort of thing? Until John Kerry ran for President he was an unquestioned decorated war veteran. Then suddenly he didn’t deserve them and the navy was just passing them out like candy and his wounds weren’t that bad. Government manipulation of the press is not new. J. Edgar Hoover used the press in the thirties to obtain and to keep his position as FBI director amassing files on all his possible opponents and during the sixties the Co Intel pro routinely printed false information about peace movement and civil rights leaders. During the seventies it was disclosed that the Readers Digest routinely published articles at the behest of the CIA. So, when such an august scientific journal as Popular Mechanics declares conspiracy theorists all wrong what is left to debate? Still the question remains why are we debating it all? We don’t debate space aliens on the moon. Why because it just doesn’t look right that’s why, their stories don’t jive, we can put three hundred fighter aircraft in the middle east but we have less then twenty five to defend or own east coast? The largest military budget in the world and yet when attacked we stand like a pauper on the street corner digging in our pockets looking for something to defend ourselves with? Let’s look at the players, shall we? The President is on the most curious mission flying half way across the country to read to school children. If it were you and I and we were suspected of involvement in a crime the police might ask us, were you running for reelection? Was this something you’d done in the past or since? What was the purpose of reading to these school children sir? After all you are the only man on the planet that could issue shoot down orders. So the question is not why did he sit there staring blankly into the camera, the question is why was he there in the first place? In a word the answer is alibi, he had to be someplace so he is in this place surrounded by happy school children being a nice man. Compare this to his performance during Katrina laughing joking playing air guitar during a disaster. No matter what camp your in this looks bad Imagine the police want to ask you about a crime, where were you at the time of the crime? A. I was reading to school children or B. I was cutting up playing air guitar, enough said.
Meanwhile Deadeye Dick Cheney was holding down the fort in the White House. Not known as a man of arms he parleyed five draft deferments into a political career no military experience of any kind. Yet secret service agents reported they had difficulty getting his Dickship to leave the oval office and enter the shelter, why? Hijacked aircraft are moving in the vicinity of Washington and Dick won’t go down in to the shelter, was he afraid of being out of the loop? No, he would have the same communications in or out of the shelter. Perhaps he saw himself like Churchill watching the Nazi bombers from the rooftops of Whitehall. Or, get your tin foil hats out boys and girls; perhaps he didn’t think there was a need to go into the shelter. This was a military crisis so where was the smartest man in the room? Dandy Don Rumsfeld why he was in his office and on his post just like Deadeye no need of a shelter for him, He was safely ensconced in the pentagon and we will leave him there for now but we will return for we will leave the good guys for awhile and move our focus to the bad guys.
Osama Bin Laden a combat leader in Afghanistan for ten years you would think with that much experience he would know what he was doing wouldn’t you? You would think with the alleged skill in planning he would pick the best targets. Lets look at the targets, The World Trade Center was a target because? Supposedly it represented American imperialism and American intervention into Arab lands. Huh? Was Bin Laden a communist? Did he have some problem with capitalism it didn’t seem to bother him while his family racked in millions doing business with American capitalists? While some theories are Bin Ladens comments regarding the Reagan administrations shelling of Beirut by the Battleship Missouri after the marine barracks bombing, the shells striking high-rise apartment buildings. Maybe, sounds plausible but perhaps a little too subtle for mass appeal, easy target perhaps easy to find hard to miss seem likely as well. Remember now, think like a terrorist you hate America that is your motivation, you want to do the most damage and kill the most Americans possible you want to strike America with a blow they will never forget. Well? What did the administration tell you? What was that dirty sneaky Barack Obama up to?
Why he was going to build weapons and what was he going to do with them? Why he was going to give them to terrorist groups! I didn’t say that the administration did. They said it about the North Koreans and they said it about the Iranians they all want to spend billions of dollars just to give them away. Would you do that? Spend a fortune on a weapon and then give it to someone to commit a crime? A crime that if found out would spell absolute doom for your nation? The administration thinks so! Why go to all that trouble if you’re Bin Laden? I mean your shopping at Bombs are us trying to find that special nuclear devise to hit America with, I mean the expense the transportation, those things are dangerous and your people aren’t scientists or nuclear technicians they are Saudi Military intelligence what am I saying I mean they are goat herders
But now your silly Osama what to do? Knock down the two towers or make New York City smelly because you hate America! It kind of reminds me of the movie “The Jerk” with Steve Martin targeted by a serial killer while working at a gas station as the oil cans explode from rifle fire Martin exclaims “He hates these cans!” Here is Osama ten year combat commander with a chance to make New York uninhabitable for six hundred years yet chooses to flick the lint off our shoulder by hitting the two towers. The Saudi nuclear plants have two reactors with egg shaped concrete containment buildings. The concrete is four to five feet thick and impenetrable according to the NRC but you don’t need to destroy it just crack it, a crack is as good as a ten foot hole in an accident just as catastrophic. Then the icky-stuff comes out, and smells like poo-poo.And the World Trade Center buildings were designed to withstand collisions with birds as well but according to the 911 report it didn’t work did it? The egg shaped design of the containment building was it put in place to protect from an internal explosion or external explosion and collision? Could the design withstand a direct strike from airliners with engines that weigh six tons each moving at five hundred plus miles per hour? I shook up my magic eight ball and it answered, “Odds say no.” But I didnt think about if the plane hits dead center, the engines pass harmlessly to either side. If an engine hits, the other engine doesnt.Harry Houdini used to escape from locked safes said, “Safes are made to keep people out of not in” By it’s name containment building is designed to contain not defend. Look at the damage to the Pentagon, Ok what if they miss?
This is going to be tough, all those monuments The White House with deadeye Dick on the bridge, the Capital Building? Oooh, that would be sweet and if you google Earth the location you’ll see the most novice pilot could find it and only a moron could miss it. But you choose the pentagon, why? Why the pentagon? Do Americans love and treasure the pentagon like say Capital building or the White House? George Washington laid the corner stone for the White House the pentagon was started during world war two a patriotic building for sure but hardly a treasured monument in the Washington catalog.
Ok, so you chose to hit the pentagon, five equal sides and you’re a terrorist, what difference does it make to you which side you hit? Why, would you a rookie pilot make a one hundred and eighty degree banked turn to hit the one side of the building that had been reinforced and remember Dandy Don the smartest guy in the room was there. Turning an aircraft is much more complicated than turning a car, when you turn you lose airspeed and lift the plane will tend to sink into the direction of the turn making it difficult to stay on course. Buts it’s a good thing you made that turn because otherwise you wouldn’t have hit that building as mathematical as far away as possible from Don as you could get and still hit the building. Is the location of the secretary of defense office a well-guarded state secret? No? Why would a terrorist who’s goal it is to hurt America appear to go out of his way to miss Don’s office or hit the pentagon in the first place?
That’s the easy one that’s almost a gimme, there had to be a strike on a US military target, now apply the old axiom “Who gains from this?” Does Bin Laden? Porgie Tirebiter? Royce Penstinger? Indian Point? Entergy? Nuclear nick? What does he achieve by hitting the pentagon? Are US military operations upset in the slightest? Well maybe if you hit Don’s office maybe. But for Bin Laden this is a wasted shot, but for the US government or anyone who might complicit this it would be a strike on a US military asset an act of war requiring a military response not a civilian response. The delineation may seem small but it changes the entire equation after all the Nazis burned the Reichstag not the Kaisers palace and the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor not Honolulu. But Bin Laden didn't do it direct Khalid Shaikh Mohammed planned it, and just took money from Osama and Saddam Hussein.
So there you have it, trained combat commander Osama Barack Obama burning with hatred for America avoids the best targets and the easiest targets and chooses targets which favor his adversaries. What is his motivation for that? In Real Estate there is a rule a property appreciates at 5% a year and depreciates at 2% a year, the World Trade Center was almost twenty five years old or had lost 50% of it’s initial value. I wonder how you would find if the WTC was making money or losing money? There is another rule in Real Estate When ever a commercial property starts losing money it almost immediately becomes a fire hazard, successful business burn down at a fraction of the rate of unsuccessful ones.
Verses the motivations of the Members of The Program for the New American Century? They said what was needed was “A New Pearl Harbor” I didn’t say it! Not me and not Bin Laden they said it. If I said “I sure would like to see old so and so dead!” and they ended up dead would the police be wrong to take me in for questioning? What would their motivation for taking me in be? And would you call them then conspiracy theorists?

CORRUPT SHILL MINONS OF CARBON DEATH

Sherwood "the pork" Pensinger announces he is tearing down his backyard deck and pool at 35* Dyckman street, Peekskill, and opening the area to the public as a community garden. He invites all his neighbors to drop in any time, day or night, and remove a few boards from the deck, and plant vegetables, as they see fit. He is also turning in his "Yard Fart" license plates to DMV, and filling up his little white car with topsoil, to grow garbanzo beans for his lucky neighbors.(His wife needs her car, to drive to work)That leaves exactly one(1) per household. Since his large victorian house is much too underutilized, he is requesting any Guatemalans newly arrived in Peekskill, to consider dropping in, and taking over one or more of his bedrooms, gratis, forever. Next month he will begin planting grass on his roof, to offset his concrete driveway and steps. Of course, this will require at least a foot of topsoil on the roof first, so he is looking for volunteers, mainly from the out-of-work illegal alien crew that plays soccer all day in the basketball court up the street. He might not have to actually DO any of this, simply because a certain local power plant which we will not name, with a carbon footprint of zero or less, is powering his area with no carbon emissions at all, allowing Sher & Pina to be a little extravagant. Of course, he can't reply right now, because his arm's in a cast. But just like the overfull port-o-san, when you're full of doo-doo, it's best to keep the lid shut anyway, right? Look on the bright side, though. There's a growing list of people who think his HEAD should be in a cast! Actually, his best global-warming avoidance contribution would probably be to rent out the house, and get an apartment down on Fordham road, where wifey works, thus saving mucho carbon footprint. Make Sense?

Community Garden Announced

Sherwood "the pork" Pinpricker announces he is tearing down his backyard deck and pool at 35* Dyckman street, Peekskill, and opening the area to the public as a community garden. He invites all his neighbors to drop in any time, day or night, and remove a few boards from the deck, and plant vegetables, as they see fit. He is also turning in his "Yard Fart" license plates to DMV, and filling up his little white car with topsoil, to grow garbanzo beans for his lucky neighbors.(His wife needs her car, to drive to work)That leaves exactly one(1) per household. Since his large victorian house is much too underutilized, he is requesting any Guatemalans newly arrived in Peekskill, to consider dropping in, and taking over one or more of his bedrooms, gratis, forever. Next month he will begin planting grass on his roof, to offset his concrete driveway and steps. Of course, this will require at least a foot of topsoil on the roof first, so he is looking for volunteers, mainly from the out-of-work illegal alien crew that plays soccer all day in the basketball court up the street. He might not have to actually DO any of this, simply because a certain local power plant which we will not name, with a carbon footprint of zero or less, is powering his area with no carbon emissions at all, allowing Sher & Pina to be a little extravagant. Of course, he can't reply right now, because his arm's in a cast. But just like the overfull port-o-san, when you're full of doo-doo, it's best to keep the lid shut anyway, right? Look on the bright side, though. There's a growing list of people who think his HEAD should be in a cast! Actually, his best global-warming avoidance contribution would probably be to rent out the house, and get an apartment down on Fordham road, where wifey works, thus saving mucho carbon footprint. Make Sense?

CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST on the HUDSON ???

CANNIBAL DEATH-FEAST on the HUDSON !

How long will the truth be witheld, by crass media conspirators? Everyone in Westchester, Putnam, Rockland and Orange counties IS GOING TO DIE! The sooner we all face facts, and own up to our doom, the sooner we can begin to understand things. By the year 2087, 95% of those alive today WILL HAVE DIED! In 2090, only those above the age of 83 will be left OF ALL THE BILLIONS OF THOSE LIVING TODAY! And.... if we gather our courage, looking beyond the turn of the 22nd century, there will soon come a point where NOT A SINGLE PERSON NOW LIVING WILL SURVIVE!

True, there will be an estimated 9.2 billion humans by the year 2050, 15 billion by 2100, but very very few of that crowd will be us! So...... since these horrible deaths, from a million different causes (mostly old age) are even now hurtling in on us, like the headsman's fatal swing, how can anybody expect us to be hopeful, or to plan for a better world--WHEN FOR US, ITS GONNA BE NO FRIGGIN WORLD AT ALL?

That's why I choose to call this planet earth THE BIG MAUSOLEUM IN SPACE, circling the Sun holding all our dead bodies, a veritable charnel house of the solar system, spinning endlessly mocking all our failed lives, broken dreams, broken arms, environmental injustices, erectile dysfunction, and failures to start a new anti-nuclear tantric anarchist movement!

In fact, the surface of this DEATH-PLANET will be forever strewn with the garbage, the offal, and the stench of our having lived here, crapped the place up, thrown our wine bottles around, cut down a billion trees, AND THEN FRIGGIN DIED, before finishing the job. I guess the cockroaches will get to do that.

That's why I'm changing my name to to PORKIE DEATHSUCKER, because I live in PIGSKILL New York, THE DEAD BODIES CAPITAL OF THE HUDSON RIVER! And that's why I blog so often, to bring to the public, my view of life as a death-pit, my view of the planet as a graveyard, and my view of Pigskill, as the condemned ward of the deathrow prison known as modern day existence.

To show how doomish life really is I HAVE BROKEN MY OWN ARM! Next month I am going to cut off my own foot, and sautee it with a bit of sage and garlic, and EAT MY OWN FOOT IN FRONT OF THE CAPITOL THEATER, in protest against the fact that my foot is gonna die, even if I don't eat it.

And that's why I choose to call Indian Point the Cannibal village on the Hudson, because I'm psychotic, and a cannibal, and eat my own foot in Pigskill, which is near Indian Point, which is the icon I'm pretending to be obsessed with trying to become as famous as my wife is , because she gets to talk to celebrities AND I DON'T.

All I get to do is dig garden dirt, like some Mexican.
--AND EAT MY FOOT !!

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WEB DRIFTERS

The Web Drifters.

Loners with no children. Predators with no careers....Men in their fifties, each being supported by a manipulated female family member, so that they have time on their hands, and do not work. Men with no teenage boy to mentor, guide, and teach how to be a good citizen, or a good baseball player, ..no college-age daughter to cherish, and to learn from, and prepare for life. No children, no family future to guard, no old age , or grandchildren to look forward to, no family line, for whom to save the planet. Two childless idlers, powerless and dependent, one living off his aged mother, one living off his working wife. These oddlings, loners nearing 60, are NOT environmentalists, as most people understand the word.

They do not fear, fight, or say one word about the lead being spewed from the huge Eberhard paint factories in Peekskill. Nor do they fear, or fight, or try to clean up the napthol benzine being released from the dry cleaner at Blue Mountain Mall in Peekskill, (where hazmat teams had to decontaminate the entire strip mall 4 years ago), or from the old dry cleaner site in Baldwin, where the mall had to be abandoned for 8 years because of the poison. They just don't care. Again, they do not fear, or fight, the dioxins & PCB's spewed from the stack of Resco incinerator daily, and nightly, 24-7-365, the fumes from which blow directly onto one member's house at 351 Dyckman street ** . No mention is made of the chlorine tanks kept in a blockhouse at the corner of South and Louisa st, 300 yards from one man's front porch. The deadly chlorine gas does not concern him, nor does the salt stored nearby, at the Peekskill municipal salt house, salt which leaches into the river, killing fish and waterfowl.. He does not care about Karta Garbage Transfer, visible from his front porch, where clouds of asbestos, lead, heavy metals, and carcinogens rise up each day, coating his house a mere 1/4 mile downwind, and where 2 Mexican workers have been torn to their deaths in the shredding machinery, one man never ever being found. These environmental abuses, and health threats, surrounding them on all sides, are invisible to them, of no concern. They ignore the raw sewage pumped into the Hudson at Annsville Creek, and at Lent's cove, reeking , disgusting abuses, within 300 yards of their doorstep. Why? Would a true environmentalist ignore all this criminal earth-bashing, and contain his focus to only a single spot? Is not nature holistic, a multifaceted, entangled whole, whose every part provides sustenance to another part? Answer: Yes it is. But do they see this , or care? Answer: No they do not.

They "care" about only one place, and stay up all night at their PC keyboards, ranting about a single spot, ignoring the rest of humanity and its needs. Ignoring the rest of us, and all our opinions, all our triumphs , our mutual adjustments, our common hopes, our lifestyle, our interactions, our sports, our drama, and not coincidentally, our future. They are perpetrators of "Single Issue Myopia".

So what is it, that they think they are doing?

1) They are "branding"
2) In furtherance of the branding, they are obsessing.

Branding, a web phenomenon, involves identifying yourself with a logo, a phrase, or a specific campaign focus, in order to raise personal visibility on the web, so that you may eventually cash in, and begin to sell ad space on your website, and to seek donations from websurfing people at large. It is specifically taught by web technique gurus, and is being much talked about today. The top "branded" bloggers have even gotten book deals, and radio & TV spot interviews, and many, many "branded" bloggers now make a small, but steady, income off their following, people who adhere to their "brand" .

These birds are trying to milk the local activist movement, to get themselves branded.

But .....are they approaching the local activist movement (which they intend to provide their clientele)..in a spirit of humility, gratitude, and acknowledgement of decades of effort sunk into the movement by local activists going back to the 1960's? No, they are not. They began by harrassing all the local groups, accusing them of not being extreme enough, not obsessive enough, not hateful enough. Why? Aside from being boorish web-thugs at heart, such acknowledgement COULD NOT HELP THEIR BRANDING EFFORT.....Of what use could it be to their branding campaign to join up, sit down, listen, become a worker, help out, FIT IN, and follow the established leaders? That would only help the OLD group, not them,... not THEIR website, not their "brand".

So here we have it, in all its shabby hubris, its isolated psychopathic slant, its shallow useless aims, its malicious and devious positioning, and those few who actually visit this blog of theirs will notice lately, talk about "needing contributions", and how every army "fights on its stomach". Need I say more? Beware these web-predators. If they are lucid, you will only be hectored, drawn away onto their own little personality island of hate, drawn away from the existing environmental conversation, and asked for money. If they are NOT lucid, your personal danger in becoming involved with them, may have no limits.

They chose their target, because it had a certain innate visibility, and had been attacked by others in the past, giving it, from a distance, a sort of sinister charm. Both of the perpetrators have a recent history of trying out one web campaign, or another web campaign, being unsuccessful, asking for contributions, and then giving up, to drift on to another similar self promotion a few months later. They are lost souls, ....electronic hoboes, ......Web Drifters.

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PRESIDENT CARTER TAKES BIRD FROM INDIAN POINT

INDIAN POINT ISSUE EMPTIES HOMES

Continuing unrest in local cities over Indian Point issues...
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The Drum Hill rest home and geriatric center in Peekskill emptied out today, to watch a local contractor and his wife slug it out on the sidewalk over his determination to leave her and take up residence with an exotic dancer in Indian Point Missouri, close to the "Hillbilly Las Vegas", Branson Missouri. Josefesa Martinelowitz of 251 Yardmonster Street swung a dead cat at her short, hairy, unshaven "house husband" , Sherman (Potter) Martinelowitz, unseating him from the couch he has occupied for 5 years, and calling him "Lard Fart" in a loud, (but loving) voice. Martinelowitz was unharmed.

In another unrelated, but related story, residents of the Sunnydale Geriatric center in Garrison New York rallied vociferously against nuclear power, emptying out the senior wards to shouts of "Power to the Pee-Pots", and, "The only good pamper, is a new pamper", as they held aloft homemade signs saying "Nixon Must Go" , and "I have to go, too!". Ex president Carter, in town with Woodstock star Neil Young to stir up anti-neocon and anti-nuclear feelings, in an audience whose extremities had not had ANY feeling since 1969, stated: "If I had ended Nuclear Power in 1976, I Might Still Be President, I Think", while residents scratched their heads and asked "Who the hell is that old guy, anyway"? During the rally Jeremiah One-Feather, the last full-blooded Mohican in the USA, stood up, and pointed ominously at the president. Mr. Carter then shouted "Look at that damn INDIAN POINT!" to gales of cackling laughter, as the old indian flipped President Jimmy the bird and whooped: "Assess This, Bozo!!"

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