Avast, ye landlubber Trump! Wind 'n' sun be needin' ye — or ye be sailin' in darkness, arrr!
2025-03-17
Arrr, matey! The thirst fer electricity be risin’ higher than a crow's nest, while them gas-burnin’ power ships be scarce as truthful pirates! But lo and behold, the renewable crew spies a treasure map, even if the landlubbers in Washington be frownin’ at their green doubloons!
Even though the scallywags in Washington be sourin' on the green energy booty, the clever buccaneers of the renewable realm be readin' the map to riches. They be seein' that while the coal and gas ships be sinkin', the wind and sun be shinin' bright like the brightest gold doubloon! With turbines spinnin' and solar sails catchin' the rays, the windigators and sun pirates be settin' their sights on capturin' the energy bounty!
So hoist the sails, me hearties, for the tide be turnin'! The renewable folks be ready to plunder the market, turnin' the sour winds into sweet windfalls! As the world be callin' for more juice, it be the green-hearted crew that shall sail into the sunset, leavin' the rusted hulls of gas plants behind. Yarrr, let the green revolution begin, and may the power be ever in yer favor, ye landlubbers!