To the north west of Scotland lies the Hebrides, these desolate Isles are famous for Harris tweed, burning policemen in wicker effigies and Sam, Problem-Child-Bride. Beautiful scenery, just avoid visiting during a full moon and if you see naked weemen dancing around a fire don't buy a six-pack and wander down with your camera phone.
The Isle of lewis has been called the windiest place in Europe, they should come to my hoose when Billy one ear is here, windy and smelly, I think he saves them up just for me.
Well those silly cunts at the Western Isles council have already given the go ahead to put up 234 giant wind turbines onto Lewis to generate 702 megawatts of power, the largest of these stations in Europe.
This will give the locals 330 jobs for the estimated 4 years of building, that's if they want them, if not then the Poles or Slavs will happily do the work, those dirty shites will think being up there is like a summer camp.
The Islanders are quite rightly going on about the view from their kitchen windows being spoiled and even though the island's population has been sliding down for years they are worried about their community coming to an end and don't want the turbines, well just the mouthy ones that were asked.
Old Knudsen has a better idea, build more Nuclear power plants, reopen all those closed pits and get that fucking coal out.
The people of the Hebrides are so special (which is why everyone leaves) with their Gaelic speaking , lowest birthrate in Britain and primitive ways, why should they be brought into the 21 st century? have they not noticed the lack of fishing to be had? Their way of life is over, the only thing they excel at is a high deathrate, gurn up, you're part of this Earth too, we want your wind.
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