Sperm counts falling. Unhappiness increasing. We're all dead.
Sunday causes more anxiety for me than any other day of the week. I don't know why. This morning, I woke up and started reading a book about Three Mile Island.
Books don't belong in bed. They generate unhappiness.
The nuclear energy industry has rebranded itself. It's carbon free, versus coal fired, which is sometimes clean. Carbon neutrality is the latest excuse for restarting Unit One at Brown's Ferry and offering federal loan guarantees for new plants. The Bush/Obama Department of Energy is full of excuses. The price point of natural gas is too volatile, and solar is too expensive. Solar development is blamed for unemployment in Spain, and yet they just surpassed Germany and China in new development. Despite a substantial initial investment, Spain proves that solar can pay for itself within five years, a claim that nukes can't to make.
Solar is bad. Reprocessed reactor waste is good.
(Brown's Ferry burns and leaks. Next to Three Mile Island, it's our greatest contribution to nuclear plant mismanagement and cover up. Chernobyl has them beat, but we're still in medal contention.)
While we're at it, why not rebuild the CP-1, Enrico Fermi's stadium pile? The President is from Chicago. He'll back that.
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