Finally … Some Good Sense!!!

The Federal Energy Regulatory Commission on Monday unanimously rejected a proposal by Energy Secretary Rick Perry that would have propped up nuclear and coal power struggling in competitive electricity markets.

The independent five-member commission includes four people appointed by President Trump, three of them Republicans. Its decision is binding.

– The Washington Post, 08 January 2018

Paul Bledsoe, a former Energy Department consultant under President Obama, said, “This outright rejection of subsidies for coal and nuclear shows that Commissioners of both parties have little interest in manipulating electricity markets in favor of any fuel source,”

As with most things, there is a caveat.  The commission said that it shared Perry’s stated goal of strengthening the “resilience” of the electricity grid, and as such directed regional transmission operators to provide information to help the commission examine the matter “holistically.” Holistically, apparently meaning outside mainstream science? Perry’s proposal favored power plants being able to store 90 days fuel supply on site in case of emergency, unlike renewable energy or natural gas plants.

John Moore, director of the Sustainable FERC Project Coalition, said, “The law and common sense prevailed over special interests today. The FERC correctly found that the Department of Energy’s proposal violated the basic requirements of the Federal Power Act. Secretary Perry’s plan would have subsidized coal and nuclear plants with a 90-day fuel supply yet Perry never explained why those plants were inherently more reliable or resilient.”

Although FERC could issue a new order after submissions by regional grid operators, the language in the current order suggested it would stand by the trend toward free competitive electricity markets. For once, common sense protection of the environment won the day.  Let us hope this is only the first of many such moments.

30 thoughts on “Finally … Some Good Sense!!!

    • Thank you! And thank you for the link … you have provided some very valuable information. I will be following you via Twitter, for I did not see an option to follow via WordPress, and may have questions for you next time I tackle the energy issue. Thanks again!

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  1. Dear Jill,
    This decision by FERC is one that gives me hope, that there are decent peoples from both sides of the aisle who can work together to do what is right. It warms my heart that special interests did not prevail in this case.

    Hugs, Gronda

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  2. Remember the old adage, NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS! It’s a play on words, of course. Either “All news is bad news” or else “The only good news is when there isn’t any news.” So, does this mean there is another shoe about to drop, making this seemingly good news turn bad? Or is this the straw that is going to break the elepbhsnt’s back?
    One can hope for the latter, but fear tells me it will be the former. Trump will need someone to fire! Who is going to be the lucky victim?

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    • You certainly do know how to make my head spin … though it isn’t all that hard at nearly 3:00 a.m. when I have spent the last many hours deep in the rabbit hole! But to answer your question, I don’t think it’s either indicative of another shoe about to drop, or the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I think it is a baby step in the right direction. Perhaps a sign that some people are beginning to have an awakening of conscience. Heads may roll … i wouldn’t surprise me, but I still applaud those commissioners who said, “No, wait, this just doesn’t make sense”. I think there will be others … in time. I am not holding my breath for it to be a sudden turnaround, but these days, I take pleasure in whatever small victories there are. Yes, call me a cockeyed optimist, but there has to be some hope, for without it, what keeps us going? Why bother to write and rant against the injustices as I do, if there is no hope that somewhere, somebody might just be listening?

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      • No, Jill, don’t ever stop raging against the machine! Please! And I do hope this is the first brick chinked out of Trump’s”wall.” But I only “used to be an optomist” until I realized that that was causing me too much stress. Once I became a pessimist, life got a whole lot easier. And small victories became bigger-than-life…

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          • Kicking walls breaks toes. Kicking balls (if you will forgive the expression) renders men incapable of action (at least for awhile). So, new slogan on an old theme, KICK BALLS, NOT WALLS. But only in the figurative sense, that is.

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              • I’d be happy to oblige, though that would put the lie to a lifetime of being a pacifist. The last fistfight in which I actually threw a blow in was when I was 6 years old, and didn’t know about violence being a conscious choice. Fistfights after that were all one-sided affairs, with all the blows raining down on me. And it didn’t take long for my “opponents” to give up on continuing to do even that. (Which made me wonder why they wanted to fight in the first place, but that is another story…) A chance to kick DT in the balls, yeah, I’d have to take it. Especially after this newest “SHITHOLE” pronouncement! One intentional act of violence might contain all the feelings I forced myself to ignore over my lifetime, and, oh, what a blow that might be…

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                • Aha! A man after my own heart. My first real fistfight was in kindergarten, when a kid by the name of Gardiner Jett called me four-eyes,, and I had enough, so I started punching the heck out of him. Got suspended from kindergarten, too. Unlike you, though, I didn’t stop there, but I can say I haven’t punched anyone since … oh, probably the 1980s. Except for an occasional wall, that is. ‘)

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                  • Funny, but I still know the name of the kid I punched too… But then, he was my best friend, till I reached my 20s. I won’t say his name, in honour of him having died relatively young, and I don’t want to tarnish his reputation. I let him tell everyone he won the fight, though in reality he never threw one punch. I didn’t mean to scrape my knuckle and bleed all over him, but he didn’t stop to see whose blood it was. He thought he was going to bleed to death, and he ran 5 blocks home to mommy…

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                    • Isn’t it funny how we can remember every detail of these memories, but cannot remember what we went into the kitchen for once we get there? Or at least that is true for me … I shouldn’t speak for you, for your memory may be better than my own.

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                    • Not! A typical trip to the kitchen for me can include, and has included (depending on where I start):
                      1) Seeing the cat’s bowl is empty of food
                      2) Going to the pantry to get the can of cat food
                      3) Noticing the garbage has to be taken out. It is garbage day, after all.
                      4) Getting the bag of garbage to the front door
                      5) Noticing the house keys aren’t hanging by the door. Pretty sure they’re in my jeans pocket in the bedroom.
                      6) Dammit! The cat boxes need cleaning before the garbage men come
                      7) We’re out of Kitty Litter, Need to go to the store. Where are my shoes?
                      8) By the back door, I think. I’m sure I was wearing them last time I fed the birds…
                      9) There no seed in the bird feeder. There’s more in the garage.
                      10) Man, this place is dirty. Don’t think I’ve cleaned up in years. Here, let me move the lawnmower…
                      11) Well, I got it in my hands, might as well use it…
                      12) Oh damn, I was supposed to pick the tomatoes today, I’ll grab a couple and put them in the kitchen…
                      13) I open the fridge to get mayonnaise to put on the tomato sandwich I have decided to snack on…
                      14) “Hey, honey,” my g/f calls from the living room, “Where’s my glass of water? it been an hour since you went to get it…”

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