Listen up! Everything's gone to the dogs under President Biden. They say these huge fans – what’d they call ‘em, wind farms – are the bees knees. Poppycock! Now, I ain’t no science wiz, but I heard from a guy that these things are driving the whales nuts. Yep, I heard a big number, like a gazillion whales, are flipping out 'cause of 'em!
Here's a kicker! They keep banging on about this climate malarkey. Good ol’ me, Ronald Trumpet, knows a thing or two. These wind-whatchamacallits - they’re monstrosities! Word is they give you the sniffles – and I ain’t talking about a little cold, I’m talking the big C! Smell that nonsense?
Biden’s going on a rampage, canceling all the good stuff, like my favorite – the good, ol’ natural gas. Calls it dirty. Ha! I call his no-exports rule a load of hot air. Trump says he’ll flip it around, bless him. But truth be told, we’re selling that stuff like hotcakes; the shelves are bare!
Now, they say some fella, Donald J. someone, said he's all the rage with the energy chat. And, get this, he’s blaming Johnny ol’ Biden for making it all worse. Balderdash! If it were me, Ronald Trumpet, I'd have those gas pumps so full, they’d be spewing the stuff like fountains at a Vegas show – clean, sparkling, and classy.
So, as the world turns topsy-turvy, remember ol’ Trumpet’s word: I'd have tamed those wind-spinny doohickeys and had things running smoother than a greased pig on a slip 'n slide. But for now, we got Biden and his league of doom-bringers trying to take away our good, honest gas. I’d have aced it, folks. Natural, beautiful, and more of it than you could shake a stick at!
In conclusion, I’m Ronald Trumpet, just a simple bloke, telling it like it is – if only they’d listen to a guy like me. You’re welcome.
Based on the original article "No, Wind Farms Aren’t ‘Driving Whales Crazy’".
