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Last updated on August 6th, 2017 at 05:59 am
As an environmental pioneer, I long ago became accustomed to unfair abuse from planet-flushing reactionary kilowatt-burners. Their petty opposition to my society-shifting solar plans meant little, especially when I was first supported by the mighty Washington Post (in your face, denialists!) and now by Kathleen A. Hughes in the prestigious New York Times:
A clothesline. It strikes me that I haven’t seen one since 1991, when I moved to Rolling Hills, Calif., a gated community about an hour south of Los Angeles. There are rolling hills, ranch houses, sweeping views of the ocean and rocky cliffs – plenty of room – but not a single visible clothesline.
I decide to rig a clothesline as an experiment.
This is where it where it begins, sunshine activists. When you draw the line, make sure it’s a clothesline.
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