How’s that windmill working out for you in Texas? Or Buffalo. Or North Carolina. Pick a city. Pick a state. From north to south. From east to west.
Winter is causing energy problems, and until real climate data proves otherwise, we’re gonna still just call it winter.
Having reliable energy, which saves lives, by the way, doesn’t really care if you are rich or poor, black or white. Every winter at this time, the global warming climate mob gets anxious.
You see, it’s because the cold and winter cause more deaths in the U.S. than the heat and summer. According to the Wall Street Journal, between 2000 and 2019, in the U.S. and Canada, an average of 20,000 people died from heat each year compared to more than 170,000 from cold.
Sure, they put a spin on why the cold is actually caused by the warm. Group Speak. The Blame index, in laymen’s terms, factors in the hot air, fake science, and media lies, among other things, to come up with the hot air that is blown out of the bottoms to ensure groupthink and to proliferate the agenda.
Even those of you who cannot reason for yourselves can at least acknowledge what your eyes can see. Winter is cold, and it has always been cold. There have been five recorded ice ages in the history of the earth. All came before John Kerry flew around the world continuously on his private carbon footprint jet.
When one claims to be as important as this buffoon, who, unlike you, has reason to use a private jet, it’s hard not to be a little cynical. You can put two and two together here, right, and get four, not five. All those ice ages came and went long before your SUV or that filthy factory in Ninagbo came along.
It’s okay to say, yes, I know, here. At least until the Ministry of Truth unleashes the thought police on the proletariat.
While the elite on both sides put their carbon footprints across the globe this Christmas, you were told that if you wanted to be warm this holiday weekend, then you had better turn down your thermostat and avoid washing your clothes for a while. No biggie.
Take one for the team. One solution would be for those who like windmills and alternative power, and hence they don’t mind rolling blackouts, let such power, or lack thereof, go to them.
Those who prefer to be warm in the winter, as well as have clean clothes, can stick with power plants of old. Then the government won’t have to force-feed you the green energy transition line, and all the vulnerabilities will be shifted towards those that don’t mind losing power in the cold. Done. Was that so hard?
The U.S. Energy Department declared a power emergency in Texas over the weekend, citing a shortage of electricity as an Arctic winter blast caused power plants to fail. The order allows the state’s grid operator to exceed certain air pollution limits to boost generation amid record power demand in the state.
You can hear the crying from the carbon footprinting jet setters all the way from Aspen, Mykonos, Tuscany, and other places for the rich and beautiful. After being served (they like to be served) their crème Brulee the conversation turns to self-sacrifice for the good of the planet.
Thanks to the mass exodus from liberal northern states to the Sun Belt, the strain on the power grid has increased. A large number of coal and nuclear plants that provide baseload power have shut down owing to competition from heavily subsidized renewables and cheap natural gas.
Oh well.
One wonders how sedated the hapless Energy Secretary, Jennifer Granholm, must have been to acquiesce to such an order. She has visions of lithium batteries dancing in her head and coming to the rescue, only to wake up and see her signature on the fossil fuel order allowing plants to burn oil if necessary.
According to the Wall Street Journal, while there wasn’t a single cause for the power shortages, government policies to boost renewables snowballed and created problems that cascaded through the grid.
Al Gore came down from the mountain and spoke the words “bomb cyclone,” which is to be used by the disciples to explain and put the blame back in its proper place.
On you, of course.
