Out taxes pay for eyesores that are coming to "help us" too, including windmills that bat birds out of the sky "for the environment."

True story. I used to live in Montana and would occasionally drive through the windiest place in the Continental US: Judith Gap. There is a huge wind farm erected there with hundreds upon hundreds of turbines. But if you go through, you'll only find about 1/4 operating. Why?

I happened to be sitting on a plane one time next to a wind turbine maintenance tech who lived in Missouri but would be flown out on a regular basis to try to fix many of the broken turbines operating in Judith Gap. The problem according to the tech was that the turbines were engineered in France. Now it's not necessarily that French engineers are to blame, but the turbines were metallurgically engineered for a temperate climate with an operating temperature range of about 40 degrees C.

Guess what the average annual temperature swing was in Judith Gap? -40 C (-40 F) to 110 F (40 F) or twice what the turbines can handle metallurgically. Here's the other really nasty part: Judith Gap is in an area in Montana which sees regular and quite extreme temperature fluctuations brought by wind currents called chinooks. Unless something has changed, Judith Gap holds the US record for largest temperature change in shortest amount of time: >110 F in four hours, i.e. it went from -45 F to 75 F in four hours.

[shakes head]

Yeah, I've grown kids and grandchildren and a whole lot of nieces.
One grown niece with a one-year-old girl of her own is my only lib brother's daughter.
Was emailed a photo of my lib brother posing with his granddaughter.
Didn't care to see that he grew his protesting the late Sixties beard back. Bet he's as green as The Jolly Green Giant.

In other words, yeah.

Me dino will usually take at least a 30-minute drive every late afternoon on days I don't have an appointment or a need to go to the grocery store.
For one thing, there's five horses I like to look at grazing on grass in a fenced-in pasture. Except on Sundays, I check my mailbox returning home.
That's how much I worry about Climate Change that is always changing anyways.
Just ask the immense herds of farting dinosaurs surrounded by smoking volcanoes and the woolly mammoths of the ice ages that used to come and go.

During that hour I suppose I'm to repeatedly chant "Ommmm" and contemplate my navel to find infinity by the candlelight.