Gone with the wind: England’s most important coastline

Watts Up With That?

By Christopher Monckton of Brenchley

I shall not cease from mental fight,

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England’s green and pleasant land.

Thus William Blake, in the coda of the mystical poem that the nation belts out at full if not always tuneful volume on the Last Night of the Proms at the Albert Hall every summer.

England’s g. and p. l. is not what it was when Blake wrote about it. The place is being expensively carpeted with ugly, medieval, lo-tech wind farms.

The governing class still likes windmills. It is making a fortune out of them, at everyone else’s expense. 

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