Really?
You find the Pope of the anti-nuke cults comments from 1976 and 1980 delusional?
So do I!
That is an improvement!
Why don't you cower under the Mom's dining room table (Duck! Here comes a cosmic ray), eat some more of those "home grown" mushrooms, smoke some more of that home grown stuff they grow in the clearcuts in the back woods, and announce that "nuclear power has gone away."
Let's have some more of the Walmart greenwasher's commentary from 1980 on the imminent death of nuclear power:
Nuclear power is not only too slow; it is the wrong kind of energy source to replace oil. Most governments have viewed the energy problem as simply how to supply more energy of any type, from any source, at any price, to replace oil—as if demand were homogeneous. In fact, there are many different types of energy whose different prices and qualities suit them to different uses. It is the uses that matter: people want comfort and light, not raw kilowatt-hours. Assuming (as we do) equal convenience and reliability to the user, the objective should be to supply the amount and type of energy that will do each task most cheaply.
Amory Lovins, "Nuclear Power and Nuclear Bombs," Summer 1980,
Foreign Affairs pp 1139-1177
Meanwhile, on Planet Earth:
http://www.eia.doe.gov/pub/international/iealf/table27.xlshttp://www.eia.doe.gov/pub/international/iealf/table17.xlsReal quick that renewable business, eh Uncle Amory. Um...um...um...maybe you should stick to working at the photo counter at Walmart, no?
Then there's this gem:
As costs rise and credibility falls, the market for more electricity is quietly evaporating. With the inevitable response to higher prices beginning, forecasts of electricity demand growth in most countries have been falling steadily.
Meanwhile on Planet Earth, about 37 years after Uncle Amory said that
electricity was going to go away:
http://www.eia.doe.gov/emeu/international/RecentTotalElectricGeneration.xlsOh, congrats to all the fundies on the planet, anti-nuke and otherwise, for Huckabee's great showing in Iowa. The fundie set must be very proud.
And now, while you and mom hide under the table ducking cosmic rays and smoking home grown, I think I'll work on my diary on another site. Don't put the home grown down; the diary involves something called "numbers." You and Mom wouldn't get it anyway, and at this point, there doesn't seem to be much hope that you'll both stop hallucinating in any case.
Ignorance kills.