Onshore wind farms desecrate the countryside. Is that their intention..?

Nothing is sacred. They will take until we have nothing left.

As any old farmhand will tell you, at some point there’s no point in leaving home; you’ve seen it all. No season holds any more surprises, the road leads to the same old town, the lunch box holds the familiar roll. For those born in the pre-internet age, memories of Wednesday afternoon closing, ashtrays in armchairs and a choice of three TV channels, two of which were showing snooker, now belong to a prehistoric age. You leave it too long to step outside now and the world is unrecognisable; you’re reaching for handles to wind car windows where now there are buttons. Even the horizon is now desecrated by the demonic, unnatural monolithic wind turbines of Net Zero (notice how it’s adopted its own capital letters). Yes, they have stolen our horizon.     

The 4^th industrial revolution is striding apace, the global organisations smell blood, their lackeys of national governments are eager to carry out their plans, inserting 5-year plans towards net zero by 2050 into policy across the board. We are ruled by a uni-party dangling upon globalist strings leading to the Club of Rome, World Economic Forum, WHO, etc. Progress is a good thing, never to be questioned. The new generation dismiss their parents’ values and principles as obsolete, replaced by those distributed by the State which they claim as their own. ‘We are all individuals’ they cry in unison, sporting the same asexual cut jeans and ubiquitous dyed hair. Achievement to find Pride ™ in these days is the fashion you’re following.   

We have a Barbie film that obliterates traditional beliefs of womanhood and family, which despite prevailing for centuries are now decreed as outdated by the sort of people who were (sadly) let down badly during their childhood, However, rather than strive to address these injustices in their own life, their ambition is to create them in others; to destroy, not create. Rather than produce what they failed to receive, they want to ensure no one gets it. Life is unfair for some, so they aim to make it unfair for all. It’s classic communism. And the success of this ‘progress’ obliterating the traditional can be helpfully measured in anti-depressants, bratty entitlement, and the distortion of biological facts. When people can no longer dearly define a woman it’s unlikely they will object to much else.   

There was a time when my nose pressed against the forcefield at the edge of London’s Zone 4 (check the zoneage) to eulogise about the fields, free-houses and lanes, cricket pitches and hillocks, hamlets and outhouses that lay beyond. However, a recent trip rapidly revealed the true imprint of the zealotry rejecting natural oil and gas for the UK’s energy needs. The black gold upon which western civilisation was built now rejected for the unreliability of wind and solar power. The wind turbines reign supreme. It’s hard to understand how forty-foot colossuses have been erected beneath our noses; smart phones can’t take all the blame can they?     

The ancient bucolic fields of England have met their match. The oaks, hawthorne hedgerows and patchwork fields, once seemingly untouchable, are now witness to the giant industrial crucifixes of the Net Zero religion. We assume our governments are elected to protect our interests and the land in which live, yet how foolishly naïve this appears now. They are hellbent on destroying it. These huge sterile monstrosities blight the landscape, some even turning (as the wind needs to be ‘just right’), with their slow inevitability of entitlement to slaughter bats and other birds, for their 12-year life span until their blades are buried in hidden pyres of non-recyclable hypocrisy.

Meanwhile, solar panels, rather than providing shadow, and crucial energy production from above every outdoor supermarket car park in the country, instead occupy fertile farmland, the soil that once fed its people now lies in permanent darkness. We’ve replaced arable land with new builds, rewilding, and acres of mirrors. An army is only as strong as its supply chain, and a country is no different.  That China has pumped out more Co2 in 8 years than the UK has since the start of the industrial revolution is lost where the evangelical meets the renewables gold-rush. Let’s not even go near how Co2, the giver of life, has become relentlessly vilified in every press article they can squeeze it into. We are no longer being nudged into accepting their narrative, but shoved.  

These wind turbines and glazier occupation of our once green and pleasant land are not symbols of success but of profound failure. They industrialise the countryside to demonstrate only intent, not effectiveness. They reject the reliability and low emissions of shale and natural gas and nuclear power in favour of these virtue signalling monoliths. Their magnitude out of scale amongst the quieter forthrightness of surrounding woodland and pasture, like a Gulliver’s Travels theme park dropped from an Imperial Star Destroyer. At this rate there won’t be a planet worth saving.  

Even, David MacKay, a Fellow of the Royal Society, and Chief Scientific Advisor to the Department of Energy and Climate Change, states if we covered the windiest 10 per cent of the country with windmills, we would be able to generate not even a sixth of what the average Briton used. Taking solar into account as well, MacKay says, ‘means the total land area occupied by renewable energy sources to supply today's lifestyle would be about half the United Kingdom.'

It appears that protecting the environment means to destroy its quiet beauty with new satanic mills, while viable alternatives lie quietly lesser heard in the wings, their low emissions and better reliability silenced while the money-makers sing and dance away from the landscape they have destroyed.

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