Fukushima. I won’t get tired of the subject for tens of thousands of years

Thanks to Al-Jazeera for a refreshing breath of hot-particle laden air

It’s a disgrace the way the industry has taken over this story in the U.S. media, but truth is a rapidly dwindling resource in our country, isn’t it?

If we were going to be grownups about nuclear power, the least we’d do is insist that nuclear power companies have a solid 50,000 year plan plan for dealing with all the waste generated. That would be one thing.  I mean, personally I find it hard to plan beyond next Tuesday, and that’s why I never build nuclear plants myself.

I think reasonable adults would also mandate that in the case of any industrial disaster the CEO’s and upper management of the responsible company should be the first people on the front line of cleanup work, with mops & shovels, or whatever. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? Because if anyone deserves hot particles of caesium-137 or oil-and-Corexit fumes or lungfuls of methyl isocyanate, it would be them. That’s why I don’t build nuclear plants, or drill for oil in deep waters, or manufacture pesticides myself; because I’m a grownup. Grownups really should clean up after themselves, and it’s a shame when they don’t.

But we haven’t been grownups, and we haven’t been like children, who 1. are cute and 2. know enough to be frightened of  monsters beyond what they understand.  We’ve been like early-hormonal teenagers about this latest industrial atrocity, this wholesale poisoning of the world we all have to share. Like sleepy, frazzled 14-year-old kids, easily satiated with a surfeit of cheeze doodles, short-wired after a three-day video massacre binge, we’re uninterested in events that don’t immediately impact us,  anxious only for novelty whether real, filtered or completely fabricated.

Oblivious on the couch as the industry grinds on, with less oversight, and more lies, spewing their remarkably biotoxic poisons so they can sell us more energy.

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Posted on June 20, 2011, in Useless Observations, What is it Now?? and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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