THE REST OF the planet must be wondering what’s in the pollen that we breathe down here in the Southern Hemisphere. They must be grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat with the 240-volt hotshot attached to his tail.
Give ya a couple of little, but very pertinent facts, me Lords.
This joint is full of it, or surrounded by it. Raw materials for energy that is.
Coal, gas, sun, water, wind, uranium — this is a fact!
It’s not what we’re doing with it, while we are living in the lap of luxury associated with the abundance of materials that are required for the frazzle — rather, it’s what we’re not doing with it.
Nine coal-fired power stations have closed or had the dynamite treatment since 2012.
A fleet the size of Napoleon’s Canoes of Chaos in 1805 carting the gas away from us at a rate of knots that makes ya head spin — and not a joule left for the Crown for the mantle of world’s largest gas exporter.
With barely a Rouble of Royalties either — rather a PRRT system that works on super profits. Like, fair dinkum, ya honestly think they will be visible by the time the said profits circumnavigate the planet via the satellites and the Caymans.
Windmills that are averse to high wind. Mother Nature just doesn’t get the flow factors right, hey. No shit Sherlock.
Sun that can be captured, but stored for a nanosecond in the scheme of usage fluctuations.
Water teeming out of the northern heavens, screaming for the whirling turbines. But not enough dams.
Uranium that’s cool for us to send to our competitors — but too hot for our politicians.
We’ve got it, baby, just ain’t using it — like veritable eunuchs in a happy house of disrepute.
Like, geez Louise, what is going on in this space? Not real sure, Thelma?
One thing about it, with an abundance of trees and sticks in Tassie, we will still have plenty to rub together to cook the tucker with each night. Mightn’t want to waste that sort of energy on charging the digital toys though — like phones, computers and notebooks. So, I guess reading and education might be out of the mix for a wee while. Sort of Gonski until we can stop breathing in what’s clouding our judgments, in this very stormy and overcast debate about renewable energy targets and so forth.
Some serious considerations need to be applied to one very, very pertinent fact: Why are we even contemplating exporting coal or gas to anywhere from Terra Australis — like India, China, Japan or Korea — if we aren’t benefiting from the use of those very products ourselves?
Like, if you asked a ten-year-old to give away their full packet of lollies without keeping a few for themselves, they would look you squarely in the eye and tell ya to stop sniffing the fumes. Your judgment is clouded by residue from Woodstock perhaps!
Ya can traverse through the centuries of history back to the Neanderthal Man, and the rule of thumb for Homo Sapiens has been to sort your own cave out first and, if there’s any excess products, then you could meet down in the forest clearing to swap a few berries or rabbit hind legs if you wished.
Man, oh man, we are full of it — bulldust, that is — if we can’t work out that the whole joint that we live in, including every state in the country, is just about sinking because of the accessibility of coal, gas and renewable sources — yet we allow the lunatics of mischievous misconceptions to set policy for our itinerant Planning Departments. We’ve got 24-million-odd residents with nearly 24-million-odd policies getting thrown onto the Bipartisan Barbecues of Bureaucratically Burnt, Bungled and Torched Ideas.
The bottom line is 2,000-odd years, old cobber, and that’s the fact that no other civilisations on this planet besides our good selves are running themselves out of candlepower or sending their industries offshore through pricing mechanisms. And that’s about it in a nutshell — in regards to where we are heading if we don’t throw an anchor out to slow down.
We are the only ones doing that, simply because we are adhering to idealistic claptrap.
Tell ya how to fix all of these targets in relation to Paris Agreements. Let every country on the planet base their own investigative staff in other countries and also set-up random auditing procedures. Get rid of any shade whatsoever of self-reporting by competing nations.
The concepts of countries setting their own targets and self-reporting progress and results of climate change in regards to those same targets is ludicrous, to state the least. Plenty of Pinocchios Prancing about Portraying Pernicious and Potent Porkie Pie Lies about lowered sea level and stable thermometers.
Ya could safely place a little side bet on the countries that have legitimate climate change results also becoming the Tenants for the Landlords that are as Dodgey as a Dingo Dining on Dugong Dung. You know the ones, the emerging and existing superpowers that are lowering temperature and emissions, whilst exporting larger volumes and still buying coal and gas by the dozen — boatloads, that is.
What we need to do is actually get fair dinkum about the fallacies of targets that can’t be met, and establish some criteria that can be met. Like 40 per cent this century is probably a pretty fair sort of target, but 80 years should be the parameter on the other end of that equation. Say, by 2100AD, try and achieve five per cent per decade — by eight decades, then you have your 40 per cent. Repeat it again the following century, and you have 10 decades by five per cent, another 50 per cent. That’s 90 per cent renewable sources by 2200AD. Might be wise to allow 10 per cent of traditional methods for the Boy Scouts to light their campfires with.
Them old Romans never built a town in a day, ya know.
To do otherwise, we shall need to start stockpiling some of that Tassie timber around the lighthouses around our joint to make sure that international shipping doesn’t run into us as they’re sailing past our good selves on their way to do business with our competitors and neighbours.
Just as an aside, the reason those old Neanderthals left their caves in ancient Europe to seek-out company was actually climate change that not only made them too cold, but also made them pretty hungry. Correct description was “nutritional stress.” That’s only about 18,000 years ago, hey. Not a foundry nor factory, nor modern human to be found. Not a diesel engine, air-conditioner or kerosene cigar either.
Just an “Ice Age” when temperature dipped by minus 10 in some areas and lifted by 40 degrees in other areas where it shouldn’t have — there were ice drifts 12,000 feet deep, and sea levels plummeted by up to 400 feet. Some pretty wild old fluctuations, climatic disturbance and change going on a long time before the steam engine got the flick and we started using fossils for fuel rather than museum pieces.
Go figure? Ya can work that one out yourself.
Not saying that climate change ain’t real, just that it’s been going on for thousands upon thousands of years, therefore, policy doesn’t need to be formed on the back of a skateboard in the half pipe.
We just need enough interim power at the moment to turn the light bulbs on in our collective heads.
PS: The next time you hear some lunatic espousing the idealistic concepts of privatisation of essential services that can be manipulated to the detriment of the nation, spare a wee thought for our South Ozzie mates — they will be the largest purchasers of Dolphin Torches on the planet before the Red Team with their Green-shaded ideology are finished with them. It will certainly be “give me a home amongst the gum trees” down there — because out there with the moonlight will be the only way that they can cook their evening meals.
We don’t need to privatise essential services and flog them off to foreign investment — we just need to do what they do when they pick up these “deals of the century,” and that’s simply maximise their efficiencies to increase productivity. Treat ’em as tangible assets that don’t need the journey via “Cash Converters.”
Tell ya when you know something is real wrong, and that’s when we are contemplating importing Australian gas that has been given the voyage across to Japan, stored momentarily and then exported back to Australia for domestic usage — because it’s cheaper. Something pretty wrong with that picture, me old hearties.
Happy days, hey.
JOHNO, of Townsville, Nth Qld.