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Letter: Lost with all hands

Muskrat Falls. — Telegram file photo
Muskrat Falls. — Telegram file photo

Pam Frampton, associate managing editor and columnist at The Telegram, devoted four of her recent columns (“Muskrat Falls — yes, it’s personal”) to the topic of whether Muskrat Falls was seriously making people question their future in this province.

Am I leaving in the next big out-migration? Not hardly. I’ll tell you what is going. My electricity usage for any given January is about 4,000 kilowatt hours. For any July, the meter reads about 500 kilowatt hours. It is relatively easy to get my wintertime usage down to about 1,000 kilowatt hours per month.

It is distressing that not one of the world-class experts at Nalcor Energy or the Sunshine Club in any department of the provincial government knew of something called elasticity of demand and that most of the residents of this place were not captive customers of the electric heat retailer.

If I have to hit Newfoundland Power and Fortis in the pocketbook to save my own, then, so be it.

Russell Wangersky, in his column of June 30 (“An aircraft carrier or Muskrat Falls? Hmm…”) has an amusing yet serious take on Danny Williams’ Folly and/or the Burin Brayer’s Boondoggle and questions whether Nalcor Energy should have gone with the nuclear option. The United States navy’s brand new Ford-class aircraft carriers’ two nuclear reactors produce about 700 megawatts of electricity and the ships cost about US $13 billion — comparable to the rodent on the Churchill River.

It is distressing that not one of the world-class experts at Nalcor Energy or the Sunshine Club in any department of the provincial government knew of something called elasticity of demand and that most of the residents of this place were not captive customers of the electric heat retailer.

Wangersky ends his Saturday offering with the only real question and that is what to name the ship/causeway/generating station.

May I humbly yet bitterly suggest the carrier be named the Prescient Kennedy. You know, the honorable word president slurred by a drunken sailor.

The name would be apt. After all, Jerome Kennedy was the jean-yus (sic) who exhorted, in his corviform voice, the huddled masses of this island to get on with the construction of Muskrat Falls or we’d freeze to death in the dark.

On another red-letter day for the champion from Harbour Grace, he prognosticated world oil prices would forever remain about $100 a barrel. So, Prescient Kennedy would fit real good.

The final question, Mr. Wangersky, is how long we’d have the carrier before the flight deck would be pockmarked with pot holes and the elevator didn’t go all the way to the top deck?

Tom Careen

Placentia

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