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Tongue-in-cheek story packs powerful message about wind turbines

(Editor’s note:  This story from South Africa was a bit hard to follow at times, because of the regional language, but if you hang in there and read it to the end, you’ll see that negative, fraudulent issues surrounding wind turbines are the same all over the world.  Keep an eye out for what appears to be spelling mistakes but are actually well-placed little digs.  Stay with it, it’s worth the read. — DQ)

Still on wind turbines…

Every time I hear yet another bunny-hugger extolling the virtues of wind power, I thank the gods that the Bunny-Hugger Party (BHP) will never rule this country. Not that they could possibly do more damage than the current bunch of fools… but I’m just saying.

If you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll tell you a little-known story of a clandestine project which was carried out right here, in this country, under your very nostrils. It was never made public, for oblivious reasons.

Some years ago, the corrupt government decided to build a wind farm, consisting of twenty wind turbines, in the barren and desolate Karoo. (Karoo, from the Khoisan: !ke e /xarra //ke, which means: there are no pee pull living here.)

The pee pull, or mindless masses (MMS’s), as they are also known, stayed away from the Karoo. Their reasons? There was nothing there to steal, and no one to rob, rape, or murder. There was no one there to irritate and annoy with their constant marching, striking, plundering, burning tyres, blocking roads, trashing the streets, and stoning the cops.

But the most important reason was that there were no facilities in the Karoo for recharging the batteries of their stolen cell phones, laptops, iPads, etc.

But that’s not important right now.

To determine who would be given the tender for building the wind farm, the government held an auction. There were four bidders, and as usual, none of them had any previous experience of building anything, let alone a major project of this kind.

“What am I to bid?” asked the auctioneer.

“Five million jobs,” opened a lady with the saddle blanket on her head.

“Six million, real jobs,” bid a madam in a heavily Botoxed demeanour.  Continue reading here…..

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