Nancy Burton who did run in my district, who is an outspoken advocate of a Millstone shutdown, ended up getting 17% of the vote, in a predominantly Republican district. No wonder you’re working so hard here with all your gobble-di-gook to misdirect, misrepresent and disinform. Who pays your salary, Langley?

“finds out electric hybrid cars have radioactive “Mischmetal” in them” This is such a crock of caca, refuted by every electric and hybrid drive-train engineer you speak to…

We don’t need nukes… We don’t need the danger, the waste, the cost, the attrocious accidents, the leaks, the cancer.

Beauty all around you, and yet, all you think to do, is fowl it with vile poisons from the ground.

Reveal yourself, if you are going to make personal attacks on me and my family, rather than hide under a phoney internet identity.

The biggest problem with nuclear power is not the high level radiative waste. The biggest problem is the interveners and the nimby’s who agitate and agrivate to the point that it’s impossible to do the job. Of course, they’re right, because nuclear power is bad.

Of course I know “nothing” about nuclear — even though I’ve often been as close to highly irradiated nuclear fuel as you can legally get. I’m healthy as a horse and so are my kids…, and grand-kids.

(Oh by the way, nuclear plant workers are healthier than the average American worker in industry — must be that radiation!

Along with the French government, the Chinese government, the South African government, the Finnish government, the Iranian government, the Japanese government, the Indian Government, the Pakistani government, and, incidentally, the United States government, many bright young environmentalists are now breaking away from the old doomist-alarmist fears, and looking to nuclear power to rescue this generation, and the next, by way of clean worldwide nuclear-electrical power, which is quite frankly, available from no other source. I hope your little bevy of greenclothing designers don’t get Robesonized into missing the worldwide boat here.
It really is a new dawn. Outside Manhattan, (and it’s annex, the Metronorth New Haven rail bedroom community), the light has dawned.

The Tiki Moon gig is last night’s, last season’s, last year’s party theme. Look around. The majors can’t even produce enough hybrid cars for those who want them (no parts available). Windmill farms are rejected even by Robert Kennedy jr. Solar panels are a crock, except for warming Martha Stewart’s greenhouse in Bedford. Foreign petrol providers are wringing us all joyfully by the collective neck, and you want to shuffle off behind Pete Seeger’s banjo, on kerosene power, right into the old leftist’s nursing home?

Others, acting for humanity, have a much better idea.

Something like 100 new nuke plants are now on the drawing boards worldwide. Graduating nuclear engineers are writing their own ticket. Jobs are everywhere. Even the NRC is hiring. The deals have all been cut. The money has been moved. The blueprints are drawn, the cash accounts have been opened. It’s almost like it’s a century ago, the dawn of the twentieth century, and you and a handful of drinking buddies have decided, all on your own, that you want to ban all the world’s skyscrapers! “SHUT THE EIFFEL TOWER, NOW!”–(or something)
Er…. OK….. just don’t say I didn’t inform you!…. Check out http://www.niof.org/…... and see if I’m misleading you. Have you considered that in fighting this, you are also agitating for the deaths of perhaps 2 billion third-world people? Is any fashion statement, no matter how deeply felt, worth such a price? (In the end, once you learned more, your internal guilt would be tremendous).
Why even bother?

Electricity is the key to a healthier, more prosperous Third World

“The only good thing about the good old days is that they’re gone.” My grandmother’s wisdom came from experience. As a teenager in late nineteenth century Wisconsin, she had cleared tons of rocks from fields, toiled on the family farm, and hauled countless buckets of water. If she had to select just one modern technology, she said, she’d choose running water. But electricity was a close second.

No wonder. Without electricity, modern life reverts to her childhood: no lights, refrigeration, heating, air-conditioning, radio, television, computers, safe running water or mechanized equipment for homes, schools, shops, hospitals, offices and factories.

Incredibly, this is what life is like every day for 2 billion people in developing countries. Viewed at night from outer space, Africa really is the Dark Continent: only 10% of its 700 million people regularly have electricity. While 75% of South Africa is now fully electrified, only 5% of Malawi, Mozambique and other countries are so fortunate. Much of poor and rural Asia and Latin America faces a similar predicament.

Instead of rolling blackouts, neighborhoods have rolling power. “In the western part of my country, families get electricity maybe three hours every two weeks,” says Pastor Abdul Sesay, a Sierra Leone native who now resides in Maryland. “Eastern communities get it maybe once a month!”

Instead of turning on a light or stove, millions of women and children spend their days gathering wood, grass and dung, to burn in primitive hearths for cooking and heating. Instead of turning a faucet, they spend hours carrying water from distant lakes and rivers that are often contaminated with bacteria.

Pollution from their fires causes 4 million deaths a year from lung infections. Tainted water and spoiled food cause intestinal diseases that kill another 2 million annually. Clinics and hospitals lack modern equipment, reliable refrigeration and clean tap water, exacerbating health problems that keep millions out of work for extended periods. The dearth of electricity also means minimal manufacturing and commerce – and impoverished countries forever dependent on foreign aid.

Abundant, reliable, affordable electricity is a critical priority for developing nations. Hydroelectric projects like Bujagali (Uganda), Narmada (India) and Three Gorges (China) offer one solution; coal-fired power plants another. They aren’t perfect ecologically, but neither are wind turbines, which require extensive acreage, kill birds, and provide inadequate amounts of intermittent, expensive electricity that cannot possibly sustain modern societies.

Now a new energy technology is about to make its debut. Designed and built in South Africa, but with suppliers and partners in many other nations, the Pebble Bed Modular Reactor (PBMR) is a revolutionary concept in nuclear power. The 165-megaWatt modules are small and inexpensive enough to provide electrical power for emerging economies, individual cities or large industrial complexes. However, multiple units can be connected and operated from one control room, to meet the needs of large or growing communities.

Process heat from PBMR reactors can also be used directly to desalinate sea water, produce hydrogen from water, turn coal and tar sands into liquid petroleum, and power refineries, chemical plants and tertiary recovery operations at mature oil fields. This could launch new industries and make previously untapped resources economical to produce. (It could also enable the United States to squeeze every possible drop of petroleum from places like Prudhoe Bay and turn the country’s vast coal and oil shale deposits into oil and natural gas, to replace resources it refuses to develop in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, Outer Continental Shelf and other areas.)

The fuel comes in the form of baseball-sized graphite balls, each containing sugar-grain-sized particles of uranium encapsulated in high-temperature graphite and ceramic. This makes them easier and safer to handle than conventional fuel rods, says Pretoria-based nuclear physicist and business strategy consultant Dr. Kelvin Kemm. The design also reduces waste disposal problems and the danger of nuclear weapons proliferation. In conventional nuclear plants, fuel rod assemblies are removed long before complete burn-up, to avoid damaging their housings; but pebble fuel balls are burnt to depletion.

Because they are cooled by helium, the modules can be sited anywhere, not just near bodies of water, and the reactors cannot suffer meltdowns. If the chain reaction must be shut down in an emergency, the fuel’s residual decay heat dissipates slowly and naturally.

The ability to locate PBMRs where needed also eliminates the need to construct long, expensive power lines (from distant wind turbine sites, for example). The presence of uranium deposits in South Africa and Uganda adds to the logic of emphasizing the technology in Africa. The simple design permits rapid construction (in about 24 months), and the plants don’t emit carbon dioxide.

PBMR technology could generate millions of jobs in research, design and construction industries – and millions more in industries that will prosper from having plentiful low-cost heat and electricity. It will help save habitats that are now being chopped into firewood – and improve health and living standards for countless families.

“I met a guy living in the bush who got electricity and promptly started making wooden chairs,” Dr. Kemm told me. “Not garden stuff, but perfect Louis XIV chairs, because he could now use electric saws, drills, routers and lathes.” It’s a story that will be repeated all over the world as people gain access to the miracle of electricity.

Not surprisingly, dozens of companies and countries are keenly interested in PBMR technology, and the first pilot plant will go online in 2011. But special interest groups have lined up against it. George Soros’s Open Society Foundation supports anti-nuclear organizations that oppose PBMR. Danish interests see it as undesirable competition for their wind turbine businesses.

Representing the literal and figurative Forces of Darkness, former Earth Island Institute writer Gar Smith asserts that electricity “destroys” traditional cultures. “If there is going to be electricity,” he has said, it should be “decentralized, small and solar-powered.” Africans should have power “where they need it,” actor Ed Begley, Jr. intoned – in the form of little solar panels “on their huts.”

This is unacceptable, says Kenya’s Akenyi Arunga. “Indigenous lifestyles,” she points out, “really mean indigenous poverty, malnutrition, disease and childhood death.”

Poor people everywhere hope these patronizing attitudes will soon be replaced by a recognition that they have an inalienable right to take their place among the Earth’s healthy and prosperous people. My grandmother would certainly agree.

Paul Driessen is senior policy advisor for the Congress of Racial Equality, Committee For A Constructive Tomorrow and Center for the Defense of Free Enterprise, and author of “Eco-Imperialism: Green Power • Black Death.”

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Your Remy Chevalier had it (almost ) right in 1999, when he wrote:

(about UFO secrecy, by the way… check out http://www.chosenones.net/article.php?id=340).

“Over 10,000 scientific documents are classified every day. It would come to no surprise for most of us to know that since all these technologies are kept under wraps for their destructiveness, along with them disappear their beneficial potentials. It’s not far fetched to wonder if a great part of our environmental, or medical problems, didn’t already have their solutions built into those technologies before they were so methodically suppressed.”

But Remy always has a way of flubbing things, doesn’t he?
Ok, here’s the message he should be taking, from his own words, written in 1999

Indian Point is not a problem, to be fixed.
Indian Point is a solution, to be celebrated.

Old, doddering geriatric misleaders, like Helen Caldicott, who are so weak, so without vision, that the future itself is a sickening garden of fear to them, these attitude-cripples cannot possibly provide a healthy vision for the blossoming world civilization that is assembling itself all around us. “The Chosen Ones” ?? Who will they turn out to be? They will choose themselves. They will choose life. They will choose the maximum power gifted to them. They will choose to utilize their own maximum talent,and in using that maximum talent, they will choose to juggle Gaia’s sacred fires in their knowing, crafty hands like so many amusing hot coals. These are the chosen ones, Starre! A glimmering of knowlege is sparking down within you as you read what I give you here. It is entirely good, and entirely true. It is also entirely inevitable. Do you really believe the god Apollo-Re-Osiris could be killed? His dead limbs scattered? His powers ended? Think again my celestial-named acolyte! The god re-awakens on his own, and lives. The fire he has brought is tended here, by those who thank him. Remember Jack Ruby? The fumbling , over-emotional bar-owner who shot Lee Harvey Oswald? Is Remy Chevalier just Weston’s own Jack Ruby? Is Remy gunning for the thing we want the most? Had Oswald survived, all Remy’s hated secrecy, and the black-as-night alternate government universes hatched within it, would have been exposed, and sanitized. But Jack Ruby messed up. Just like Remy Chevalier, the other fumbling and over-emotional bar-owner.

At Oklo, Gabon, Gaia’s own spontaneous prototyping of this technology was layed out in a stream, and tended by bacteria. Bacteria, Starre! Think of it! Germs as priests! Incredible…. but the lesson is this….. Gaia has no favorites! She chose the bacteria to manifest her nucleic heat , and favored them for a billion years. A naturally ocurring uranium reactor, begun by bugs! It is so very, very green, its shining ultra-green-ness is difficult to convey to you. It is a rugged bone-deep process of the planet’s own devising, and is not a human invention. All that the favored ones, the chosen ones, can do in this is tend the fires. Gaia’s own gifted fires, the native heat, the living stone, the powerstone, the Gaiastone, the kindly stone, hearthstone, giftstone, glow-stone, motherstone, uranium!

To nana (the hag) Caldicott, I wish a calm and peaceful old age and death, her time is done here, as a useful spokesman. She sins against the planet, against the sacred fire, and humanity’s salvation. Don’t you go join her now, in her shrill, stupid sin! Two inside that padded cell would be too many! Now at best, her rant is just a worn-out circus act.
Let us declare the 1960’s officially over.

All power to the Goddess!
Gaia Lives!

How easily you say “the worst of the worst”… do you have some secret extraterrestrial info the rest of us don’t have? Oh yeah… I forgot. You have Remy Gurdjieff/Toomes Chevalier, so I guess the extraterrestrial angle is covered in spades, right there. Remy has been confused as heck ever since he lost his Tuesday Gig at Wetlands serving “Hemp Powder”, and gathered 20,000 signatures trying to run as the Green candidate in district 26, until the voting commission told him he was running in district 28. How long was Remy out there hawking unusable petition signatures, before he remembered where he lived? The man couldn’t even GIVE those signatures away (non-transferable). Then he finds out electric hybrid cars have radioactive “Mischmetal” in them, and so he blows that one too! He’s at his best at a party, taking boob pictures. Then the man is a genius! Outside his milieu (French) he is lost in spice (hemp) and lost in space. Tell him to say hello to Alice & Petey for me.

So you want to close all nukes? Great. I want to close all Pakistani tribal workhouses stitching soccer balls by way of child slave labor. I want to close all Coca farms producing lethal entertaino-toxins shipped into the USA for profit. I want to jail all celebrities using said toxins, at clubs like the Wetlands, and lying that their retro outfit bought at the salvation army can make up for the 3500 tons of jet fuel burned up in their Asian tour.
I want to educate all people lost in 1979, that my planet, my Goddess, Gaia, is offering a gift, and a challenge, and a warning.

Gaia says: “I offer you, from my own body, magical spontaneous warmth. Energy from my own DNA, from my own nuclei, and I warn…..
Fail to graciously accept my gift, and I have a new (non human) species, waiting to take over my surface, and love me as I require!”

What does she mean?
You figure it out, I’m busy worshiping, before its too late.