So another couple of protesters chained themselves to a coal-carrying ship in an effort to draw attention to the use of the destructive and polluting fuels that fulfill our addiction to generating cheap electricity.
So what.
By now we know it's bad. We get it, we really do. Freakin bad things are the popular fare. So, really, how hard is it to complain about it. Again. And again. Just sit there all day and moan about the state of being. Blaa, blaa, coal is bad, blaa, blaa so is nuclear, blaa, blaa, blaa. Jumping in a dingy and chaining yourself to something is pretty much the same as just complaining.
Protesters. You'd figure they'd get it. If we shutdown the coal and nuclear, then the resulting economic disaster would wipe out daddy's savings accounts, destroying their means of protesting and they'd have to get a real job. Harsh, but true.
Not that shilling for an eco-cause isn't big business. These days it probably rivals banks in profits. Yep, collect from the guilty, spend on the misdirected, and annoy the overworked. I think they've figured it out. It's a business and if you do it well enough, you get a mansion and a sports car. Whopee. Oh yea, and the best part are those crazy volunteers that do all the work for free. Neato.
Now if you did want to do something constructive, you can figure out some other better way to generate electricity. Sure, it is not as fun as riding around in a portable boat, being chased by the law and getting cool stories to bed chicks with, but it is probably a damn sight more useful. And a heck of a lot harder than just complaining about it.
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