Kevin Myers: Wind-farms are the Zeppelins of our time -- a nice idea but of only limited use
WE are, of course, living next door to a lunatic asylum. Immigration into Britain is out of control, as the population of London starts to resemble that of Mexico City in every regard except the latter's superior ability to speak English. And the Olympics organisers have now discovered that they haven't got enough security personnel for the Games. It looks as if the athletes are going to have to double up, with Usain Bolt holding down two simultaneous jobs at opposite ends of the Olympic village. Meanwhile, the Beach Volley Girls will be flying RAF Top Gun cover against airborne terrorist attack. "Bandits nine o'clock high, wingco, and closing fast: but Babs, are you absolutely sure I've waxed my undercarriage enough?"
One reason why Cheryl and friends might be patrolling the skies with their air-to-air heat-seeking lip-gloss is the fiasco of British defence policies. Some two years after I first warned that the Royal Navy is building two incompatible and perhaps even unsailable vessels, the British media have not woken up to the scale of this imminent disaster. Perhaps because they're too busy following the court case of the footballer who called someone a blunt cack, or something like that, for which he could have been imprisoned, even though absolutely no one heard him at the time. It took a lip reader later watching television to spot the word-crime, thereby landing a man in the dock and possibly the nick. Orwell meets Wilde: The ballad of lip-reading gaol.
The Great Irish Sea Windmill Farce fits nicely into such insanity. Element Power Ireland has announced that it will sell "renewable" energy to Britain from 40 new wind farms in the midlands. And the usual press-release hyperbole was trotted out in celebration: 10,000 construction jobs, 2,000 full-time jobs, and €8bn investment and so on.