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DID YOU SAY YOU WERE GOING GREEN?

This is . It takes up all of the space under the passenger compartment of the car. To manufacture a Tesla Model Y battery you need:

12 tons of rock for Lithium (can also be extracted from sea water)

5 tons of cobalt minerals (most cobalt is made as a byproduct of processing copper and nickel ores. It is the most difficult and expensive material to obtain for a battery).

3 tons nickel ore

12 tons of copper ore

You must move 250 tons of soil to obtain:

26.5 pounds of Lithium

30 pounds of nickel

48.5 pounds of manganese

15 pounds of cobalt

To manufacture the battery also requires:

441 pounds of aluminum, steel and/or plastic

112 pounds of graphite

The Caterpillar 994A is used to move the earth to obtain the minerals needed for this battery. The Caterpillar consumes 264 gallons of diesel in 12 hours.

The bulk of necessary minerals for manufacturing the batteries come from China or Africa. Much of the labor in Africa is done by children. When you buy an electric car, China profits most.

The 2021 Tesla Model Y OEM battery (the cheapest Tesla battery) is currently for sale on the Internet for $4,999 not including shipping or installation. The battery weighs 1,000 pounds (you can imagine the shipping cost).

The cost of Tesla batteries are:

Model 3 -- $14,000+ (Car MSRP $38,990)

Model Y -- $5,000–$5,500 (Car MSRP $47,740)

Model S -- $13,000–$20,000 (Car MSRP $74,990)

Model X -- $13,000+ (Car MSRP $79,990)

It takes 7 years for an electric car to reach net-zero CO2. The life expectancy of the battery is 10 years (average). Only in the last 3 years do you start to reduce your carbon footprint, but then the batteries must be replaced and you lose all gains made.

And finally, I forgot to mention the amount of energy required to process the raw materials and the amount of energy used to haul these batteries to the U.S. - sometimes back and forth a couple of times.

But by all means, get an electric car. Just don't sell me on how awesome you are for the environment. Or for human rights.

(H/T Some Australian dude)

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What I'm listening too . . .

For the cheerful opening chord.

But I suddenly found myself being sentimental . . .

At the time (of the movie) I was living in NZ and 9 years old . . .

The Beatles were about to tour . . .

I wanted to go to the concert where they would play (in Dunedin, where we were living at the time??) . . .

Not that I knew at the time, apparently there were rumours/bad press about underage girls and drugs . . .

I probably would not have been able to go anyway . . .

As a compromise, my mother took me to se a matinee session of this film . . .

I think I enjoyed it . . .

Even although I thought a lot of it was a bit silly . . .

Nevertheless . . .

Dig that first chord man . . . !!

And enjoy . . . !!

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And now its this . . .

Enjoy . . .

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An of course . . .

What is better than cats caught in a highly complicated . . .

Philosophical discussion . . .

That over 106,120,785 viewers wanted to eavesdrop on . . .

But what are they REALLY saying . . .

Well . . .

Here goes . . .

WTF . . . !!

Enjoy . . .

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What I'm watching/listening to now . . .

The "music" is hypnotic . . .

If you are lucky . . .

In my memory this scene lasts for over half an hour . . .

Amazing how concise reality actually is . . .

Enjoy . . .

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Hollywood saccharine until the last frame . . . !!

But those eyes . . .

Those Irish eyes . . .

Tahne rules . . .

My favourite dog . . .

Alive and well in movie land . . .

Enjoy . . . !!

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Wednesday morning . . .

What I'm listening to . . .

What's not to like . . .

Enjoy . . . !!

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A great film . . .

But I was never quite sure what was going on.

It wasn't clear whether Scoot knew either . . .

But a bit of a "page turner."

Enjoy. . . !!

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Saturday night . . .

What I watched . . .

Remember . . .

It's the little things . . .

Enjoy . . .

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Just watched this film. . . .

Girrrl power . . .

Rules . . .

It was/is a strange movie that draws you in . . .

Slowly, inevitably . . .

Like Epstein himself . . .

At least by Prince Andrews admission . . .

Unfortunately, he proves not to be one of the sharpest pencils in the pack . . .

No reflection on his lineage . . .

But a rational adult is forced to wonder . . .

Why him . . .

And how did he fall so far . . .

Similarly to his nephew Prince Harry . . .

Perhaps Frogmore Cottage casts a longer shadow than just that thrown by the sun . . .

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Thursday lunchtime . . .

What I'm listening too . . .

My generation . . .

No gender dysphoria there . . .

Got me thinking about the pusillanimous youth of today . . .

You know, the people who think questions are either argumentative or an indulgence in confrontation . . .

WTF . . . !!

You know the Gen Y's and Z's . . .

The latter in particular that are so poorly educated they cannot distinguish between sex and gender as evidenced by their challenges of definitions of sexuality in ways that Gen Y (Millennials) did not . . .

 Gen Z is so culturally disoriented that it is more than five times as likely (27 %) as the general population to preferentially identify as as an item of letter spaghetti such as (take your choice) LBGTQ+ and about half again more likely than Millennials (19 %).

Who gives a fork . . . !!

"People meeting criteria for gender dysphoria most often identify themselves as trans or transgender. Trans or transgender can be used as umbrella terms to include the broad spectrum of persons whose gender identity differs from the assigned gender." (APA, 2013).

Gender dysphoria is the distress a person experiences due to a mismatch between their gender identity—their personal sense of their own gender—and their sex assigned at birth. The term replaced the previous diagnostic label of gender identity disorder (GID) in 2013 with the release of the diagnostic manual DSM-5. The condition was renamed to remove the stigma associated with the term disorder.

We had a term for it all . . .

LUG . . .

Lesbian until graduation . . .

Grow up, become an adult, enjoy your life and make the best of it however it comes at you . . .

Don't worry, we'll all be dead soon . . .

But take a moment to celebrate the antics of a previous generation untroubled by such childlike concerns . . .

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And just to change the subject . . .

A great small town story set in Tejas . . .

I enjoyed it . . .

A lot . . . !!

You should too . . . !!

So . . .

Enjoy . . . !!

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I wonder how close we are . . . !!

Watch and wonder . . . !!

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“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”

A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief. Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege. And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down. So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that: • Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are. • You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man. This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump. And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”

(H/T Nate White)

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Early Sunday evening , , ,

After sunset and a walk . . .

Missed church . . .

Today.

Again . . .

And this is what I'm listening too . . .

Enjoy . . .

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Friday morning . . .

What I'm listening to . . .

Mellomania . . . !!

All the way from New York City . . .

Enjoy . . . !!

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"Perhaps it wasn't him who had a pathology, but that the world is sick. Perhaps there is a case of collective autism that prevents us from knowing the world we live in."

(H/T Alessandro13)