The honey badgers of clean energy
Donald Trump is obsessed with wind turbines, or windmills as he insists on calling them. As far back as 2012 he complained to the Scottish Parliament about an offshore wind farm planned near his Aberdeenshire golf course. They would ruin the vista at his golf resort and harm Scottish tourism, he declared. Never mind that they would power 80,000 homes. What evidence did he have? “I am the evidence,” he insisted.
Trump has his priorities. He fought the government in court, as is his habit, and lost.
This week in Scotland he raged again against renewable energy from wind. Trump thinks wind is “the worst form of energy, the most expensive form of energy.” He thinks wind turbines cause cancer and calls them ”the biggest Hoax of them all.” But then, Donald Trump thinks his epic comb over hides his baldness.
But here’s the great thing about “windmills.” They’re badass. They’re like the honey badgers of clean energy. They don’t give a shit what Donald Trump thinks about them. Or if he calls them windmills. They don’t flinch when he issues angry “Truths.” (They don’t follow social media.)
Jeff Tiedrich’s readers know what he thinks about Donald Trump. On Friday, Jeff had some pointed words for Trump’s plans to replace the White House with a “gaudy golf motel.” Then he celebrated the people behind a not-too-subtle dig at Trump in a commercial for Wind Farmed Seaweed Snacks:
here are your heroes of the day: the Swedish state-owned energy company Vattenfall, who hired Samuel L. Jackson to star in a commercial entitled “Motherfucking Wind Farms.”
So I’ve taken to listening to the Dropkick Murphys lately. They don’t give a shit about Donald Trump either and aren’t subtle about letting audiences know he’s “not their kind of guy.”
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