Indian-What’s-The-Point
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Here’s what I don’t get about the Indian Point nuclear power plant.
First, it’s old and it leaks stuff. I mean nasty stuff—stuff you wouldn’t rub your face in unless you wanted to be transformed into the toxic avenger. And when it leaks, the operator of the plant doesn’t feel anxious about telling anybody about it.
Then there’s the emergency warning system. It doesn’t work very well. They test these sirens, and the sirens don’t go off. How hard can it be to get sirens to work? Pretty hard, I guess.
Finally, there’s the evaucation plan. If something bad happens, some kind of China Syndrome nightmare, the plan is supposed to allow people within a 10-mile radious of the plant to safely and efficiently get out of Dodge. The problem here is that no one believes the evacuation plan will work. In a crisis, there will be likely be traffic jams and widespread panic. All hell will break loose.
So here’s what we have. We have three levels of incompetence. We have a plant with serious systemic problems, a warning system that doesn’t work to trigger an evacuation that can’t possibly be implemented without chaos.
And they want a license renewal? Wow.
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Phil Reisman is a veteran journalist and native of Westchester County. He began his career in 1977 as the head copy boy of a startup New York City newspaper that quickly went belly up. Reisman was not to blame for the newspaper's failure, or so he claims.
Writers….. (and writers’ children)..... always thinking their imagination, and a thesaurus can get them through any pinch.
Well Philly the Third, it ain’t enough.
Not unless you want to go down officially as a propaganda guy…. (like that other propaganda guy…whatsisname?? Goebbelsman? Preisgoebbels? I forget.
Fact 1…
Three percent of your body’s own water, including that “brain” of yours, is tritium. Yep. In yer head, brudda, physically. Tritium is just water, with a hydrogen atom in it. It’s universal throughout the earth, being formed by cosmic rays hitting the atmosphere. If you cleaned it up, in 6 months it would be back—- not from Indian Point, but from God, if you believe in him. There’s tritium everywhere, and there’s tritium at Indian Point, too.. (surprise ..surprise) .. It’s just that Spano is nuts, and makes Indian Point announce it. Friggin weird, that Spano.
Fact 2
The warning system works perfectly, it scored 100% success on its last 4 trials.
It is in operation now, and has been all along. (the original siren system).
It was never decommissioned, is in service, and works great.
And oh yeah…..
There is a new replacement system that was promised to be in too quickly, and it also scored 100% on two out of three trials, failing only the third test—alert by radio only. If Entergy was held to alert by tom-tom only, or alert by carrier pigeon only, the score wouldda been even lower, but Spano’s nuts anyway, so Entergy just went along. So now you have two siren systems. Would five siren systems be even better? Eighteen? I dunno, ask that nut, Spano.
Fact 3
The emergency plan. First there isn’t gonna be an emergency. Second you just stay in your house (shelter in place) and you’ll be fine. Third, if you drive Spano’s lousy roads, you’re crazy anyway, and the roads are lousy 24-7-365, and Spano never fixes ‘em….. Why? because he has Phil Preisgoebbels waving his red herring for him.- Indian Point. That crafty nutbag Spano knows how to throw a cover story, boy. (just ask him about Ralph Arred sometime). So forget the nutty not-a-plan, the one that Spano takes FEMA money for putting his county cops in each year. Funny how something so “useless” is still good enough to milk for your corrupt $270,000 a year SS brigade. (That not-so-nutty Spano knows about all of this.)
And they want a license renewal?
You mean they don’t want to live in a blacked-out downtown Yonkers overrun by Los Vatos Locos?
You mean they want the operating rooms in our hospitals to stay lit?
You mean they want everyone to not freeze in their damn coldwater apartments next winter?
You mean they want civilization, power, and comfort?
Those friggin incompetent bastards.
Why if my lights weren’t on right now ( and Phil Preisgoebbels’ too) I’d think it wuz some kind of Bart Simpson incompetent conspiracy, or sumpin!
Incompetent?
Is it competent journalistically, to spread untruth? Even out of arrogance, laziness, and ignorance? I dunno, ask Spano. Or Bart Simpson. (They’re the same guy).
And oh, by the way Phil, it’s “radius”... not… “radious”
As a “writer”..... wouldn’t you know that?
(and don’t go tellin me there aint no word “sumpin”...
I jus made the friggin word up—must be the tritium)
You’re in luck. I woke up at 5:00 A.M., and have nothing much to do. So you get this humorous post! Oh the Joy of it!!
A certain humor-noire cottage industry has grown up among the straitjacket crowd, in hauling out your dictionary of common phrases, and attempting to fabricate a telling bon mot out of the two words “Indian Point”. Even our usually-very-talented Phil Reisman III has fallen prey to it, (Though I suspect he was fed the hackneyed phrase by telephone, before doing a favor for an old buddy by using it in print). You are so loyal that way, Phil. That’s noble.
Since I want to be noble too, I tried a few meself:
Indian Whats The Point…..
The point is a stable electric supply, 780 million a year cash input, and a totally carbonless atmosphere.
Indian Pointless…..
“Less” the replacement power, which is never mentioned (or built), and “less” a political majority (47% pro—33% anti).
Indian Point Your Finger….
point it at the witless Bart Simpson clone Andrew Arred Spano, county-destroyer par excellence.
Indian Paint…..
paint any looney misrepresentation you want, the tiny anti movement will believe it, because they have to.
Indian Joint…....
what Phil Reisman was smoking before he wrote his fantasy piece, above.
Indian Pointed Head…...
A microcephalic malady, causing belief in doomsday myths, and angry junkscience political hysteria.
In The End Point…..
In the end, you will see the facts, and leave Indian Point alone.
Indian Come To The Point….
The delusion and overwrought paranoia have no purpose, so of course they never come to it. They do it for the feeling.
Indian at the point…...
we are at the point of being forced to accept IPEC, because there are no replacements being built.
Instead of truly learning anything about “The Point”, the tiny 5% anger-trust driving the 33% who want Indian Point closed, are content to make up flip phrases, to obsess over the minutiae of everyday industrial plant maintenance life, and act up embarrassingly at NRC information meetings. That’s why they’re always wrong, always trapped in delusional fantasies, and always in the minority. You see, most people are mentally more healthy than they are, and realize that deluding yourself factually, screwing yourself monetarily, and acting like a bunch of Chicken Little Brownshirts is not an attractive gambit, and makes you out to be either deluded, or delinquent, and probably both. However, in a marriage made in South Hell, Andrew Arred Spano has discovered he has no other reliable blok he can count on to be re-elected. So Andy Arred lets Susin Tolchin interpret the antinuke tea-leaves for him, and feigns righteous anger, whenever Entergy fails to announce it’s flushing a toilet at the IPEC locker room. What a genius policy! That’ll get rid of the 800,000 illegals! That’ll solve the homeless problem!! That’ll make folks not afraid to walk in White Plains for maybe getting stabbed & killed! That’ll take house taxes back below $20,000 per house per year!! That’ll put 6 new lanes on route 9!! yeah Man, that tritium is bad, let’s get some torches, and go burn a synagogue somewhere!!
However, who I choose to “Point” out here are the 67% unaffected by the malicious , basically inhuman looneyness….. 47 percent definitively state they want Indian Point open, and have no worries at all, and 20 percent don’t express an opinion, (although they gladly pay their electric bills, and flip their light switches). To me that counts up as 67% not buying Phil Reismann-Goebbels’ sloppy arguments (and sloppy spelling) , and just 33% taking the same ill-informed delusional self-injuring sleighride to cultural bulimia, that is the paranoid “Anti” philosophy.(the same thinking as Philly the Third, the guy who pays off his personal obligations by smearing the innocent hardworking people of IPEC in print)—- nice job that!.
I don’t know if it makes one inherently nobler to be on the losing side. It does however, impart a certain fatalistic charm to believe in doom, and act on your belief. It’s just that at root, it’s a sickness….So take two aspirins, use your spell check more often, and call me in the morning, Phil.
These rants conjure up images of what must be going through the mind of a suicide bomber just before he pushes the detonator. I must say I feel even less safe after reading the above three post’s.
Dear “Resident”...
I notice there’s absolutely no content in your post.
Just a nasty, outer-fringe inference, and a statement that a post from JSVP to Phil Reisman makes you unsafe.
Wouldn’t that describe a classic neurosis?
Blind faith scares me, people who think or act with disregard for facts, logic or common sense are very frightening.
Food for thought, on 9/11 one of the aircraft that plowed into the towers flew down the Hudson River. It passed with in a few hundred feet of the Indian Point power plant. If the religious zealot flying the plane had turned that jet into Indian Point, do you think the system of sirens and the current evacuation plan would have been adequate.
One point was left out…JSVPs head. It comes to one.
Or was that really Mr Burns pretending to be Homer Simpson?
At least Mr Burns lives and sleeps in Springfield. Can the
same be said for the top man at Indian Point? Good work Phil.
Hi, my so-sympatico little conspirators of the 33.
67 percent of the populace doesn’t hold with Reisman’s factually erronious eco-nazi rant. A mere 33 percent , at most agree with him. As a so-called columnist, the man cannot spell the word “RADIUS”. Most would call that prima facia incompetency. Add to that , JSVP is a better , spicier, more down-to-earth writer.
My suspicion now, is that both “resident” and “Ball” are just Reisman, under a pseudonym, trying to fabricate an imaginary friends network.
It’s more than a bit odd that “Ball” tells Reisman “Good work”.... it’s very revealing.
JSVP said above that he thought (because of particular errors and phrasing) that Mr. Reisman was responding to a phone call- a plea for help, from one of the oh-so-organized 33 percent, and that as a favor, he put their party line into his column.
Your carefully brief, very similar posts telling him he did well, sounds like some komissar’s sekretariat issuing red star medals on May Day.
Despite your long, careful planning for capture of the Gannett outlet, 67 percent reject your plan, whole cloth. From now on, I hope you don’t mind if I just call all you guys “33” ?
JSVP’s amusing rant aside, will one of the green freaks who wants to close IP please explain to me where the replacement power will come from? I would really like AC this summer, not to mention lights and power year round. Windmills and solar panels will not suffice and you know it, or you should, if you are going to pontificate about closing a clean and safe nuclear power plant.
I too would like my AC working this summer but at what cost? Plutonium last FOREVER. How many nuclear power plants are located smack dab in the middle of a populated area? Perhaps there’s a way to provide safe nuclear energy and if Entergy cant provide it let’s find someone who can.
Is that English:...... “plutonium last FOREVER” (??)
Answer: No, it’s very bad English, and similarly impaired thinking, apparently.
Entergy does exactly what “Ball” demands, it provides us with safe, carbon free power, smack in the middle of where it is needed. Don’t forget, that Mirant is closing down the Lovett plant, and cranking Bowline down to half power, permanently. New York City’s huge Polletti plant is closing in a year, and Ball in going to be out in his backyard pedalling his little generator-bike-thingie to beat the band next August, should the very good natured Entergy folks finally take offense at all this hysterical demented insulting crapola, get fed up, and walk away, like Mirant.
You’ve been fed a crock du merde, Ball.
You don’t have to drink the whole stinking cocktail!
Spit it out! Get healthy again!
Perhaps Mirant has as much respect for the community at large as Entergy does. If entergy is so fed up im sure they would not apply for a liscense renewal. If they get it the cocktails are on them. Crocks du merde all around.
Eco-Nazi? That’s a new one. Biggie…you’re priceless.
Dear Phil
I apologize
What I should have said wuz:
“part-time Eco-Nazi for hire”
I don’t think you believe that nonsense all the time, do you?
Apology accepted…that’s more like it!! Does that make you a part-time victim, quasi-Poland, for example…and anudder ting, I spelled “RADIUS” CORRECTLY.
The impawtant ‘ting iz dat we’re tawkin!
Nice column today Phil, very snarky and sarcastic. Light on any suggestions as to replacing the power from IP if it is shut down, but hey, those are details you don’t need to worry about from the bully pulpit.
It isn’t likely that IP will shut down just because Entergy doesn’t get a 20 year license. I’m sure some other company can do the job just as safely and efficiently . I wonder if the White Star Shipping Line is still doing business. Oops…there goes #3
If you ever find the need to take those potassium iodide pills Phil, it will be way to late. Chances are by that point developing thyroid cancer down the road won’t be an issue.
Criminy!! .. those paid, email-directed professional blog-stalkers “Ball” & “Resident” show us just what disconnected, discourteous, fringe rant crapola the 5% who control the 33% are pumping out nowadays, because they need a big outreach, if they want to steal the NRC meetings for their highly organized, highly networked conspiratorial 33% minority view. They don’t let go. They always come back, and throw a little smidge of the party line kant’n’rant in, just because that’s what wuz in their orders, when they were told to capture Reisman’s blog “For the Cause”.
Go away. Lenin iz long dead. There aint gonna be no “Hour when the ship cumz in”, Its just us normal Joes, using electricity, not needing a new socialist dawn , or any other nut crap, so lets see if you can shut up now.
Or go ahead, analyze what I just wrote, and then add a little fillip of anarchist boilerplate., ” do you know that when a fuel pool explodes, it kills all birds within 900 miles” , or whatever.
It’s all crap. Shut up. Go away.
67% urge you to do this.
Shut up. Go away. that’s exactly what the 33% want Entergy to do. Who came up with those numbers anyway? (67%-33%). Here’s another one,#3 is still down.
Dean Richard Berman’s nuns over at Manhattanville College came up with the numbers. Obviously, they were corruptly shilling for Entergy, right?
Curiously enough, Richard French of the rabidly antinuke attack-news dungpit RNN held another poll today, and got the same results. 62% envision Indian Point as remaining open, and 30% expect to see it closed, sometime in their lifetime.
Coincidence?
Or fact?
I choose “Fact”.
Only 30%, an isolated minority out of touch with the rest of us, and with the future of the region, have been fooling themselves, the media, and the politicians that they were somehow more than just 30%. (Didn’t the Wizard of Oz use that same size trick in 1939?)
But truth is truth.
Try to learn to like it,
and have a nice day.
Here’s another fact. #3 is still down.
That’s the trouble with delusional people.
They can’t tell they’re lying.
Fact: Unit #3 is operating at 100% power.
Fact: The word “radius” is erroniously spelled “radious” at the top of this very web page, the sixth word of line number 11, to be precise. Nota Bene, Mr. R
Now…. here’s my little short story about yesterday.
Because I feared an attack of the deadly stachybotris mold in my pool deck- you know… that’s the campaign Julia Roberts took up after portaying Erin Brockovitch…..I bought half a dozen bottles of clorox, to apply with my garden sprayer. When I read the warnings on the clorox bottle, I started to think.The label said sodium hydroxide (clorox) was carcinogenic, was an insecticide, could cause blindness, loss of skin, inflammation of lungs, nose and mouth, was not to be handled by children, and ought to be kept away from pets. It advised washing with water for 20 minutes if it got on your skin. I remembered those brightly colored ads, though, where a mommy type is wiping down her counter top with clorox , so her little tykes could eat their peanut butter sandwiches right there, in a blob of the deadly chemical warfare agent, sodium hydroxide. It was damned confusing. So I went inside and looked at the magazine article describing stachybotris mold poisoning. It said stachybotris could cause blindness, skin rashes, nerve damage, autism in children, diarrhea, unconsciousness, headaches, bone damage, nerve destruction, convulsions, paralysis and death, and it advise washing for 20 minutes if it got on your skin. Wait a minute. That sounded a lot like the warning for stachybotris’ cure, the deadly sodium hydroxide (clorox). Think about it. What a deadly choice we are given. We can die of the same symptoms if we leave the mold alone, or if we get rid of the mold. Out of pure revenge, at something coming in and eating my expensive pool deck, I opted for the deadly chemical-warfare agent, the carcinogenic insecticidal sodium hydroxide (clorox) and sprayed away. The next day, all the grass near my pool deck was a bright yellowish white, and dead as a doornail. But the deadly and insidious stachybotris had been sent back to fungus-hell where it belonged, and we were safe for a while. It was my choice, and I made it.
Later in the day, I was filling up my car at the gas pump, and I noticed the little sticker decal on the pump, at just about eye level, but around the side of the pump, where you are not likely to look. It said gasoline is carcinogenic, can cause blindness, inflammation of the eyes, nose, throat and lungs, was poisonous, could be ignited by cell phones, or the static electricity in your clothes, and that if it got on your skin, you should wash it off with water for 20 minutes. The deja vu was immediate, and strong. Was I pumping stachbotris into my gas tank? Was I pumping the deadly chemical warfare insecticidal agent sodium hydroxide (clorox) into said gas tank? No, I was pumping the main ingredient of the deadly aerial bombardment agent napalm, directly in to my car, mindlessly ignoring the tens of thousands of innocent Vietnamese soldiers, civilians, children, mothers, and old people who had been cruelly incinerated as they tended their humble rice paddies by the corrupt fascist Nixon’s marauding naval pilots, bent on arrogantly mis-determining the destiny of yet another colonialized indigenous culture. But I had to get over to Walmart, to get some bug spray, so I pumped away, until the pump clicked off, dribbling a little bit of Nixon’s guilty napalm right onto my hands. I went into the gas station men’s room and attempted to wash with water for 20 minutes, but the nice east Asian man running the place got suspicious after about 10 minutes and banged on the door, probably thinking I was inserting hand towels under my clothing for later resale to his competitor, so I was forced to abandon my life-saving ablutions, and drive away, filthied by cancer, and the deaths of thousands.
When I began spraying the bug spray, I saw it again. The same warning. Bug spray is carcinogenic, causes blindness, cannot be used by children, will cause inflammation of the self-same body orifices, and if ingested, vomiting should be induced by drinking water and soap for 20 minutes. I was doomed. Obviously my existence in the modern world was promulgated on the poisoning of myself and all others, especially other species, and fraught with horrible human-induced dangers at every turn, rendering my very wearing of clothes into a sin against the innocent flax plants raped, and cut down in their prime, to furnish me with my arrogant and macho boxer shorts. I remembered the Buddhist monks of Tibet, who walk around “sky-clad” (naked) except for a cloth over their nose and mouth, not to prevent ingestion of stachybotris, or gasoline, or clorox, or bug spray, but to prevent their unwitting ingestion of some unwary bug, who might be injured, or even sent on to its next round of eternal reincarnations, if breathed in by an evil and arrogant naked buddhist monk. I thought contritely of the unwitting wasps, several hundred strong, felled in their buggy prime by my fascist usurpation of their current reincarnations, via the evil, noxious, and planet-destroying bug spray can, and I wept.
The dangers, the guilt the evil were inescapable. Every human alive was a veritable Mussolini, every breath taken was an assault on Gaia, or the Vietnamese, or the wasps. More than that, the very words I put on this page, telling of my great sins, are electronically formed via electrical power provided by Indian Point, “Hell-on-the-Hudson” itself, harboring the self-same poisonous elements used to do dental X-rays, medical examinations, food purification, and the Hiroshima bomb. My life was meaningless. My sin was incurably great. I wept, without solace, a great Satan among the earth-species, killer of the entire universe, Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens. If only I’d not been born! I decided to go out to an NRC meeting, and make my realizations known, to the responsible authorities!
The Manhattanville College poll states that voters have concerns about risks associated with IP but on balance a shutdown of the plant is not favored. Doesn’t sound like an overwhelming endorsement of IP or Entergy to me. Then again there may be a poll that says 67% percent of the voters prefer cow dung over candy bars. Bon appetite.
No, actually Jorge Fitzgibbon’s misrepresentation of the poll states that. The poll itself states that 67% do not care about Indian Point, the way you do.
That level of negative obsessive focus is attained by only 33% of the Manhattanville respondents (that would be your little fringe clique).
I’ve written a complaint to TJN management over Fitzgibbon’s little hachet job, and suggested he might like to change his name to Jorge FitzWitherspoon.
As far as I can see, the pitiful 33% minority has been scoffing up dung-bars for about 6 years now, so I hope you enjoy the flavor.
Thank you, Phil. With this blog, you have performed a true service to the public.
Reading it, and the supporting replies to it, have really coagulated all of rancor and silliness over Indian Point into one easy to understand mass of logic and factoids. The point that you are making is on the intellectual level of the “Weekly Reader” that we used to get back in grammar school, but only if your parents could afford the ten cents per week that it cost. The insipid anti-nuclear posts here prove that you have hit your mark.
Your cleverness intrigues me, but it’s unfortunate that you use a poisoned pen to express it. You have successfully appealed to those who are vulnerable to primal fear and clever witticisms, if only because they are unable to formulate a logical, fact-based argument of their own and prefer to be led by an intrepid “journalist,” like yourself. Now the issue is very clearly polarized for me. Those who can think, and those that will not.
Thank you.
Hmmm…Sulia, the good doctor, who is so ” intrigued.” I do not believe you are licensed to use sarcasm. Or perhaps like Entergy you wish to renew your license? That will cost you ten cents!
There you go again. Just when I thought I had the last word you pull me back in again. No matter. If you’re nostalgic for “The Weekly Reader” just check out some of the primitive scribblings that Artisan 33 came up with. Uncle Floyd would display more talent with his pictures on the wall and that was a puppet show. Speaking of puppets, ever notice how the so called 67 per-centers never evoke the name of Michael(The Grand Wizard of Entergy)Kansler? Must be a no-no in the daily directives. I mean after all even Charlie McCarthy refers to Edger Bergen once in a while. Funny thing..they mention Spano, Reisman, Fitzgibbon but never Kansler. What’s the matter Mike, don’t like publicity? That’s okay, at least your hand is in the right place. Hey, I just had a thought. Why doesn’t the Journal News do us all a public service and let us know where Kansler resides? That way we’d all get some idea what a SAFE DISTANCE is from Indian Point. Just a thought.
Ball—I happen to know that Kansler lives in Rye Brook. To paraphrase my buddy Biggie, the careful typo-spotter, and anti-eco-Nazi vigilante, 67 percent of “the populace” may embrace the nuke plant, but 99.9999999 percent of the populace lives outside the 10-mile radiass. Get out your ruler, Big…is Rye Brook within distance? And where are you Big? Must I re-wire you?
Thanks for the information Phil, now that’s service. Perhaps Big Mike needs to move a little closer to the Point. Just to keep his eye on things, you know what I mean? Oh I hate to point this out but you mispelled radios. Just saving Big the trouble of doing it.
Dear “Ball”
In telling Mr. Reisman that he misspelled “radius”, you inadvertently misspelled it as “radios”.
“Radios” is the plural of the word denoting “electromagnetic remote sound reception devices”.
Have a nice day.