Lots of talk, pro and con, about the role that renewable energy should/will play in our future. Lots of folks in process industries are looking in that direction to take up some of the slack being lost elsewhere. Whether they're right to do so is open to debate, but another fan--from an unlikely business--is going on record about how she sees the future:
Entertainment "entrepreneur" Heidi Fleiss says that renewable energy is a better business than sex to be in now. Well, okay then. You heard it here first, folks.
Meanwhile, it seems all bets are off about what will or will not make a good "stimulus" to kick the economy. People seem willing to try anything. This project apparently has been green-lighted over in Kent, U.K. Jokes about various anatomical bits as they relate to the planners will be left as an exercise for the reader. Feel free to put them in the comments section, but remember, in spite of the link in the first paragraph, this is a family blog.
And, finally, Dick Morely has shared another joke of an economic/political nature.
A young cowboy from Wyoming goes off to college. Half way through the semester, he had foolishly squandered all his money. He calls home. "Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education is developing! They actually have a program here in Laramie that will teach our dog, Ol' Blue, how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the young cowboy says. "I'll get him in the course."
So his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again ran out. The boy calls home. "So how's Ol' Blue doing son?" his father asked.
" Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this - they've had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!"
"Read!?" says his father, "No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?"
"Just send $2,500 and I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read. So. he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited. "Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read and hear him talk!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, "So, is your daddy still messing' around with that little redhead who lives in town?"
The father exclaimed, "I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer, and then he went on to become the Governor of Illinois.
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