(More) Reaping the Whirlwind

The three aerial photos above are from the same location a couple of miles NE from my humble abode. If you carefully note the topography, you can satisfy yourself that these images are the same location. The left image is from 2015, before installation of the turbine. The center picture is 2018. Note the crop disruption from recent installation activities. The rightmost image is taken in 2021. Again we have land disruption and a new blade on the ground prior to installation. I wrote before about the problem with lifetime of these turbines and their components.

This location is part of an expansive installation project by MidAmerican Energy in Mahaska County Iowa. The company has recently (2022) been trying to get clearance to put in a lot more of these. The public information program uses code words like “sustainability” and “Net Zero” . If you are one taken in by this type of rhetoric, I urge you to take a look at my previous post about the problems with these blades.

I grew up with windmills. We used them to pump water for livestock far from the availability of electricity. These are a different kind of beast. They use more resources than they ever return. We taxpayers foot the bill because our legislators are afraid to buck the climate narrative. The subsidies make them attractive to the installers. Our government is continuously cooperating with the global climate agenda, arranging for the endless spending, constant propaganda, and indoctrination of children that our world is on the precipice of disaster.

If the engineering was truly worked out, if these blades were truly recyclable as is falsely claimed, if this technology could outlive its payback (I don’t mean after the subsidies are subtracted), if it didn’t require full alternate backup, I wouldn’t quibble.

Here is a promise God made to Noah:

“As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night
will never cease.”

Genesis 8:22

The only precipice we are hanging from, is the cliff of the hidden agenda.

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Are We…

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

The story of the arrival of Covid the Cat. He was starving when he came in June of 2020. This morning he weighed in at 12.0#

Late this summer, Vander (below) showed up in the barn. We are nearly sure he is a sibling of Covid due the the apparent age and the similarity of facial markings and exactly matching colors. We don’t know if he had been fending for himself all this time, or was recently put out. He was pretty skinny. This morning, I weighed him at 12.6#.

Vander

You can’t tell in this right-side picture, but Vander has some tan tabby splotches on his back.

Subsidized Vandalism …

… of the pristine Iowa horizon.

This is a hand-held time exposure, so not the best quality photo.  All those red lights on the horizon are a warning-blink from part of a new wind farm being installed between me and the next mile over.  There are close to a hundred of them.  I’m already missing my unadulterated view.  Yesterday’s blog photo was before this blight on God’s landscape.  I freely admit that I am struggling to find a good face to put on this project.  If these machines pulled their own weight in the economy, I suppose I would find some solace in that. As it is, I have to reconcile myself to the fact that I am paying taxes that are going to blight in my own neck of the cornfield.

I have to return my focus on things above and remember that at the day of the Lord, this too will pass (2 Peter 3:10).