⚛️CR Chandrasekar⚛️

Every Danish wind turbine combined: 21.6 TWh in the last 12 months One nuclear plant in Sweden: 23.3 TWh And nuclear runs 24/7. Wind doesn't One big reason Denmark has some of the most expensive electricity in the world nitter.cf/BjornLomborg/status/21…

I went to a burger restaurant called Five Guys. Because I am a modest man and was not very hungry, I ordered the "Little Fries." Little. A humble word for a humble stomach. Behind the counter, a young man in a red shirt filled a white paper cup to the brim with hot fried potatoes and stood the cup upright inside a brown paper bag. The transaction was complete. The vessel was full. Then the young man lost his mind. He picked up the metal scoop a second time, dug it deep into the steel basin, lifted a mountain of fries twice the size of the cup, and dumped them loose, directly into the bottom of the brown paper bag. They buried the burger. They buried the cup. I stepped back to the counter. "Excuse me," I said gently, so as not to embarrass him in front of his manager. "Your hand slipped. You missed the cup." He looked at me through the rising steam without blinking. "I didn't miss, boss," he said. "That's the topper. Bag fries." "Why not simply manufacture a larger cup?" "Because then it wouldn't be extra." I stood there holding a five-pound sack of potatoes and realized that Western economics cannot be taught in a classroom. They fill the cup to satisfy the contract. Then they fill the bag to satisfy their honor. By the time I walked to my car, the bottom half of the brown paper bag had turned completely translucent from hot peanut oil, glowing in the afternoon sun like a stained-glass window in a cathedral of salt. Remember that I ordered the Little. I did not dare ask what happens if a man orders the Large. I assume they simply ask for your car keys and fill the trunk. At lunch the next day, I asked my American coworker why a corporation would train every teenager in fifty states to pour an extra scoop into the bag after the customer has already paid. He thought about it for a second, then shrugged. "My dad used to run a diner," he said. "He always told me: never let a working man open a bag and feel like somebody counted his food." I stopped chewing. In one sentence, I finally understood this entire country. Prosperity is not having enough. Prosperity is refusing to count.

Quiet flex nobody posts about: India shipped 663,809 tonnes of groundnut worth Rs 6,092 crore last year, plus Rs 945 crore of sesame in a single quarter. We're the world's top sesame exporter and No.2 in groundnut. Two crops where we set the price, not pay it.

I want the world to look at us and learn a lesson to never ever end up being at the mercy of the weather because of the ideology of a bunch of people with annual salaries between 300-500K and zero skin in the game, while 450 million are facing the consequences of their mistakes.

The key question of Brexit in 2 sentences 'The fundamental question was then, and remains now, whether Britain is an independent democratic country which can make its own laws and sack those who govern us. When we were members, that was not possible; now it is.' I am utterly baffled by those who want us to pay money to the EU for to take those rights away from us Lose lose! @MossyMosbacher telegraph.co.uk/money/tax/ne…