EERIE AND AIRY NIGHT IN SCOTLAND: TANGO AND MAMBO IN THE HIGHLANDS

Source: /townelite.blogspot.com.

By Gundhramns Hammer
July 18, 2014 
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The night was eerie and airy. Something was swimming peacefully. It was the last of its kind. Even though, most people would not give a damn about it. 

Many species are disappearing right now due to human activities, right under people´s noses and the vast majority of folks do not move a fucking finger to save them.

As long as the eco-crisis does not knock at their door or hit directly on their faces, they will not budge a bit. 

These people need to be reprogrammed to see and care for the most important programme that has been aired by Mother Nature: Life.

If these twits - any person human or earthbound alien who does not give a fucking thing about Nature which sustains their very own butt, really everybody´s butt - continue on the present unsustainable and insatiable consuming binge and do not wake up and change their lifestyles on time, obeying environmental laws, Mother Nature will definitely tweet them into the fossil pit.

But this species was different. Not that they really gave a fuck about it. Nevertheless, it was another matter for the matter of a lot of folks who want matter where there should be matter. It meant a lot for a lot of people. 

Economics, history and myths were so intertwined with this matter that it was difficult to distinguish which was matter or which was not.

Some people saw it as a way of attracting tourists. Others found it worth investigating, resulting in a lot of scratching, be it their heads or crotches, trying to figure out whether it existed or not.

There was one problem. Before they knew this species we are talking about took off and left everyone full of air. And lots of air to power into the air what they wanted to read or hear on the air.

What the fuck was it that left people bickering about an invasion that put an end to an old story or invention they had witnessed or invented to dig into anybody´s pocket or to please any researcher´s fancy?  

It was nothing less than Nessie, the Lock Ness monster. This beast saw no future for its species in this part of the world. 

So Nessie left Scotland (Fig. 1) and went to join other cryptid families deep in the jungles of the Congo Basin.

Figure 1. Nessie on the way to the Congo Basin. Source: shukernature.

And Nessie did it on time, just before greedy unsustainable businessmen moved in wearing green disguises, ready to tango and mambo in the highlands with their wind farms, some of which are secretly connected to phantom firms and sophisticated money laundering far in some windy tax haven, thus spoiling the beautiful Scottish landscape. 

For Nessie and its kind, there would be no more quiet times to swim around at night with the wupping noises day and night coming from the fucking monstruous wind turbines on land.

So, Nessie got its sack of fish ready and took off. Saying farewell, Nessie wrapped it all up in a few simple words:

• Fuck! Humans... So full of crap and stinky air!

Indeed, we humans are.

But Nessie is not the only one that got upset about man´s newest high tech toys to continue with his same unsustainable and mad story. 

Some people are too.

For example, Struan Stevenson (MEP). He exposes the myth of wind energy and talks about how Scotland is being carpeted with wind farms from north to south. 

He refers to this green energy steel and concrete invasion in Scotland as "landscape vandalism" (Video 1).

Video 1. Wind turbines and the myth of green energy.