Posted on Jul 31, 2017
3-Hour Solar Eclipse Illustrates How California's Solar 'Grid' is a Joke - Black & Blonde Media
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I drove to Las Vegas a couple weeks ago and saw, for the first time, the great California Solar Farm that was built in the Mojave Dessert, one of the most desirable patches of real estate on earth for such a facility. Even there you don't need a solar eclipse to prove how worthless the whole concept is. Without massive govt subsidies and ridiculous Cap and Trade Taxes, this plant would never be economically feasible. Oh yes, and it needs to burn natural gas every morning to kickstart it. However, it is a stunning display, I'll give it that. BTW, as we drove past my daughter wondered aloud how many birds would be roasted to death in flight that day...
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This Mojave Desert solar plant kills 6,000 birds a year. Here's why that won't change any time...
The Ivanpah Solar Plant in San Bernardino county is killing thousands of birds, blasting them into wisps of smoke against the sky that plant workers call
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SN (Join to see) - "Beautiful Streamer" (Tune of "Beautiful Dreamer")
Beautiful streamer, open for me,
Blue skies above me and no canopy;
Counted nine thousands, counted too long,
Reached for the rip cord, the damn thing was gone.
Beautiful streamer, why must it be?
White silk above me is what I should see,
Just like my mother that looks over me;
To hell with the rip cord, 'twas not made for me.
Beautiful streamer, follow me down,
Time is elapsing and here comes the ground;
Six hundred feet and then I can tell,
If I'll go to heaven or end up in hell.
Beautiful streamer, this is the end,
Gabriel is blowing, my body won't mend;
All you jump happy son's of a gun,
Take this last warning as jumping's no fun.
Beautiful streamer, open for me,
Blue skies above me and no canopy;
Counted nine thousands, counted too long,
Reached for the rip cord, the damn thing was gone.
Beautiful streamer, why must it be?
White silk above me is what I should see,
Just like my mother that looks over me;
To hell with the rip cord, 'twas not made for me.
Beautiful streamer, follow me down,
Time is elapsing and here comes the ground;
Six hundred feet and then I can tell,
If I'll go to heaven or end up in hell.
Beautiful streamer, this is the end,
Gabriel is blowing, my body won't mend;
All you jump happy son's of a gun,
Take this last warning as jumping's no fun.
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