Maybe. The risk is that if we are able to cook the books and make nuclear seem the best fix to sustain our insatiable habit for energy, this will turn money and attention away from incresing efficiency and conserving. The bottom line: we want what we’ve always had and more and don’t want to consider anything but growth at any price. Nuclear will allow us to get by another generation, perhaps two, with our gargantuan environmental footprint. And nuclear, of course, will not power our SUV’s or power shipping and commerce needs in ships, trains, and air transport.

Sorry, Fred, but I’m just not going to tell my grandkids that they are going to be required to learn to read by…what? Bio-diesel? Or maybe they should just give up the reading, since it takes tallow to make them candles. And just forget about getting out of this river bottom, unless you’re going to walk out.

I’ve never quite understood this insistence from the greenies that now that they have theirs, everybody else can just go hang. Mother Earth was ripped to shreds decades ago to provide the vast majority of resources required to get to this happy turn. And if I’m not mistaken, Fred still has a couple of fossil-fuel driven vehicles that help him get from there, with the woodburning fireplace and large garden and gorgeous creek, to here and put food on the table. So, until those trucks are turned into planters and the PC (and server it connects to) is running on bird-friendly wind energy, could we please stop the misery-shouting about our dependence on freaking energy? Everybody sucking in oxygen today needs it, and will continue to need it, and those needs are going to do naught but grow.

Damn, I’m cranky, but this kind of bullcrap makes me that way. Nuclear-schmuclear — might as well kill myself so that we don’t hurt Gaia any more. No putting your brain to it, no putting your shoulder to it…just sit there in the darkness. Crikey.

…and push me out on it. I lost track of two reservations today, didn’t get the all of the phone-calling done I need to get done, and I thought it was Tuesday all damn day long. Something’s gotta give, and it looks like it’s going to be my brain.

I still have a big frame - call me Mr. Husky, been that way forever — so if you need a brick hauler, I’m pretty sure that I can get trimmed up pretty fast and give you a good day’s work. Lemme know.

I guess, as a Texan, I am somewhat required to address this Kinky Friedman for Guvner business. OK, here goes. Can we please just ignore him? He’s selling books. And not very good books, unless you like a lot of casual drug use in your murder mysteries, which I don’t — I like a lot of drunks, practicing, recovering or otherwise, in my murder mysteries…but casual drug use is very junior year of high school. He’s also selling records, I guess, if you can still get them. Don’t know, don’t care, because his music to my ears is mostly novelty crap. He’s maybe got some good Guvnor ideas, most of them wrapped around this “de-wussification” theme, but honestly, anybody seriously supporting Kinky for Guv is probably responsible, through their voting record, for the initial wussification of our great state in the first place, so, like…late to the party, peeps. Too late, by my reckoning.

In the short run, I guess it’s kind of funny and harmless. In the long run, what worries me, is the non-stop influx of yankees who might just jump on this bandwagon with their new Tony Lamas and their Escalades and Cadillac pick-ups and actually elect this man. Mind you, I’m not up at night fretting over this bit of theatre, but stranger things have happened. We elected Ann Richards not a few years ago, didn’t we?

Important point: I don’t know, because I don’t have the energy to care, what my fellow Texans think, except in the most abstract or the most individual sense. I am so very out of touch with most humans anyway. Regardless, they should all be listening to me, and voting accordingly, that’s what I think. If everybody would just listen to me, everything would be fine.

This useless bit of political baloney brought to you by Banjo Jones, who has informed me that Kinky has hired Dick DeGuerin as an adviser. Actually, that makes sense…neither is a stranger to self-promotion, and that’s what this whole enchilada is about. And fix your permalinks, there, Banjo…

Heh. There, the requirments have been met to still consider this a poker blog.

Not here, not in some time, anyway. I did play some 2/4 No Foldem Holdem at the Gila River/Wild Horse last night, and got murdered with soul-destroying suckouts. I just know you’re dying to hear my bad beats. Like the Splash Pot (casino adds $100 to the pot) where my TPTK goes down to a rivered trips. Or the two Q5o hands that beat my pocket pokes and my pocket 10s.

Well, never mind. Since Poker hates me, I hate Poker.