OperaTenor wrote:[snark mode]... universally-accepted method of radiological waste disposal...[/snark mode]
now THERE's an oxymoron!
obviously, you dump it on your neighbor....
..some things never change...
later in Haggis' article there's this:
Bataille [who was assigned the problem] went and spoke to the people who were protesting and soon realized that the engineers and bureaucrats had greatly misunderstood the psychology of the French people. The technocrats had seen the problem in technical terms. To them, the cheapest and safest solution was to permanently bury the waste underground. But for the rural French says Bataille, "the idea of burying the waste awoke the most profound human myths. In France we bury the dead, we don't bury nuclear waste...there was an idea of profanation of the soil, desecration of the Earth."
Bataille discovered that the rural populations had an idea of "Parisians, the consumers of electricity, coming to the countryside, going to the bottom of your garden with a spade, digging a hole and burying nuclear waste, permanently." Using the word permanently was especially clumsy says Bataille because it left the impression that the authorities were abandoning the waste forever and would never come back to take care of it.
reprocessing does generate waste of its own.
we should be figuring out how to deal with it, then we could pretty much quit burning carbon.
the technology is there.
instead we are painting ourselves into a corner , to delight of Gore's carbon tax crowd.
now to brush up on my oxymora:
* "O miserable abundance, O beggarly riches!" John Donne, Devotions on Emergent Occasions
* "I do here make humbly bold to present them with a short account of themselves... " Jonathan Swift
* "The bookful blockhead, ignoriantly read, / With loads of learned lumber in his head..." Alexander Pope
* "He was now sufficiently composed to order a funeral of modest magnificence..." Samuel Johnson
* "O anything of nothing first create! / O heavy lightness, serious vanity! / Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! / Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!" William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, scene 1